the day off

your regular
doctor has taken
the day off,
so has your barista,
your coffee is
a shot short
and your doorman,
is gone,
someone named
franz is holding
the door open,
but not wide
enough. each has
decided to take
a mental health
day. your mechanic
too, he can't change
your oil
and plugs this
morning,he's gone.
you call your
mother, but she's
not in either,
a temp is
standing in,
stirring red
sauce at the stove.
call back tomorrow,
she says
and hangs up
abruptly.
you throw your
hands into the air
and sigh, you take
a walk through
the park, where
you see all of them
feeding bread
to the pigeons.