I feel productive, ready
for a day of work,
sweet tempered, sexy,
more than adequate…
then I wake up.
Some days, it holds.
Some days, it doesn’t…
are why we invented God
and gave him the whole day before
figuring that he might be still in a good mood
the next day, a favor granting mood,
a prayer answering mood.
Mondays are most of why
I gave up on a personal God.
Mondays color everything atheist
no matter how long I spent in church
the day before.
Mondays pinch hit for all the other days
yet I still am perfect
before I awaken
on Monday mornings,
for hours afterward,
and that’s why I still give up Sundays
to God: it’s all for the hope of hope
and the fear of ultimate despair
that I still keep track of the days at all.