Remember me as a
time of day

when the frenetic pace of the
weekend squall
kicks up its heels
& laughs at Monday.
Leftover blues,
some Saturday
when there is
two hands to start
two palms on hearts
two trails of spit,
two sentences
harsh brusque breezes that end in
pleases
and  then

nothing left by dawn.

“ubiquitous smirk”

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