Forgetting Friday, that last day
of every week, the final hours before
Freedom, and yet I forgot because I
was already Free, sleeping late,
breakfast in bed, ski bum kind of day,
with lunch out, not a worry this
Friday, not a poem, not a word
about it because I forgot Friday,
it came and went blissfully
without a single name.
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