Wednesday Poem
The picture on the wall is at an angle. The tea is a bit too sweet. The Internet isn’t working. It’s only Wednesday. Something about me is a little off today. Could it be that big piece of cake I ate late last night? Or maybe it was that strange dream in which I was forever lost. Every morning I wake and realize I’m in the middle of something. It must be my life, though the more I take in, the harder it becomes to exhale. Mercury, god of finance and commerce, named this day. I am happy to let him have it, as I’m fairly certain my fog won’t lift until tomorrow.
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