The new week

starts abrupt

as side-swipped claws

pulling away seconds

in thin line chore cuts.

I feel the weekend

trickle down my cheek

and try to swab it with cotton events

and antiseptic conversations,

but the week still infects.

It leaves my hands itching

with responsibility

and feet sore in loss time.


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