on Mondays I am cold. it’s a product of the gradual cooling of the weekend, the bitterness moving skin-deep like the beginnings of frost on grassblades when the air turns breath into crystal.
on Tuesdays I am cynical. there is too much noise above ground, a relentless pounding of the dirt that shakes the soil and vibrates my soul.
on Wednesdays I am tyrannical to be around. I terrorize the neighborhood children with my half-crazed shouts of what adult-hood is like, tearing a part their dreams from the inside out.
on Thursdays I am forlorn. I’m not sure how I ended up the way I did, anti-social and vicious, but its nights like these when the weekend starting peaking over the horizon that my loneliness encloses in around me.
on Fridays I am downtrodden. the bubble of self-pity is fully ensconced now, the frigidness of cold clothes to skin feeling deathly like drowning. I want to sink into bed and sleep this ice away.
on Saturdays I am reminiscent. who thought the good old days had to be old? how old qualifies as such? I want to know who makes the rules and I want to know how to break them. a put a slice of bread in the toaster, and eggs on the pan.
on Sundays I dance. slowly at first, because it’s been a long time since I’ve moved like this despite the embarrassment. but to whom? it’s me and the radio in the living room, hot mug of tea discarded on the coffee table, sunlight seeping in slowly around the corners. the tune is slow but its plenty enough for this moment.
On Mondays I am cold, but at the very least not to me.
Day 10: We’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on one of the curious headlines, cartoons, and other journalistic tidbits featured at Yesterday’s Print, where old new stays amusing, curious, and sometimes downright confusing.
I ran out of time to finish this poem but I didn’t want to submit something unfinished so I powered through, without any editing – this is half thought-out sentences and then just stream of consciousness. Although I’m not happy with the product (also partially because I haven’t read through it probably and just hit submit), I would like to return to this someday and work with the prompt some more, because if I had the time I think it could turn into something really fun.