014: dear sunday

dear sunday,

you tricked me.

I thought you’d drain me, drag me deeper into discouragement.

so often I get this feeling of can’t, you know?

you taught me that I can have fresh starts midafternoon,

after morning classes,

anytime I need.

I only need to walk into a different room,

put on a pair of new jeans,

run into a friend I miss,

listen to songs like this.

(yogurt helps, too.) (and coffee.)

so now I’m almost done with this paper of death. I found a beverly paradise. and tomorrow, I’m dancing with chairs.

you’re all right, sunday.

love,

me