Edgy skirting ’round short-circuited brain no time for explanations. Invisible walls erected by doubt, sometimes as sharp as razor blades. Linger around the boss’s office wooing, mellow pillow talk, her forgotten picture upside down. Quibble.
Monday is coming, sitting with my thoughts, crying, feeling sad. Whatever it is, it still resides, naming me impossible. Monday a reminder. Monday tells me it’s another week before you are back. Push it aside. Deal with it later. Forget all together. Is Monday too comfortable? Is this why? It isn’t really important, praying toContinue reading “Monday”