it's the stuck door,
the key
that won't turn,
the car that won't start.
it's the lace that
breaks,
the button
fallen off, it's
the sour milk
poured, the soft
spot on an apple,
a stranger at the door.
it's not Monday yet,
but it feels like it.
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