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pikaroadkill — Where Did Sunday Go?
Published: 2008-11-08 06:34:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 61; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Once a week I am remindedThat the length of a Friday
Is greater than can be measured by modern standards.
It reminds me of what I still have left to do
In the coming weeks
And the fleeting months
Before I can have a Saturday.
Just Wednesday the sun beat down on me
While I shoveled excrement
In summer heat;
Yet today snow coats the ground.
I saw a good deed for the first time in months
When a stranger stopped the bus
To fetch a blanket stripped from an infant
By the unrelenting autumn wind;
I am only writing this down
For come Monday I will forget.
The man at the Bursar,
Underpaid and overworked
Tells me that they sent me a letter Thursday
Reminding me how much money is due,
And that education isn’t free;
Yet my building throws out all my mail,
The school’s e-mail system doesn’t function,
And the dorm won’t give me the code to use my phone.
The last three months have all been preparation for Tuesday
My desk covered in data
Fruit flies surrounding me
Brick, brown, white and vermillion
I count each one I raised
Then kill them.
A week in Dekalb is only six days
Yet it feels like seven
Your Sundays are no good here.
