Monday, March 29, 2010

Simone.

Red lips, matching shoes;
A gust of blonde hair,
a cigarette.
She pulls her jacket 
tight,
exhaling,
waiting.


Mondays are the
worst - school.
Tuesdays she gets
off work early.
Wednesdays, Thursdays, 
fill in the blanks. 
Falls in love with Fridays.
Saturdays are an affair, 
Sundays are the breakup.


A light drizzle, 
rainy fog, 
her bus pulls up.
Today she'd be 
punctual.

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