Mondays rest at the foot of the bed, bunched around my feet.
I have to shake out Tuesdays, and slip into the week with freshly ironed confidence.
Swallow down a balance Wednesday, so I have the energy to complete my tasks.
I settle on Thursdays in the evening, so I can unwind from the days resting on my back.
Fridays are loud ruckus neighbors that bang at my door and sway out stories in the early hours.
I wrap myself up in Saturdays, and allow my relaxation to knot my hair and wrinkle my shirts.
Sunday calls me in the morning to remind me of my wake up call and Monday routines.
Poetic Trials 