Amaranthine by Jamie Avery

I have all but lost

my mind

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& it's always Tuesday

& never the weekend

time has taken herself out

to dinner

the clocks

have all walked off the job

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no more Hump Day

no more Monday Blues

no more Sunday brunch city

spilling Saturday night guts

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The phone is always off

the hook

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& it never stops ringing

& every day

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feels like quit day

one nicotine-sick afternoon

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slips

​

into another sorry evening

before I can catch it

in my hands