like Tuesday, doesn't it.
i say
to my soon
to be ex-wife who's
packing
her things
into bags and boxes.
she looks at me
and shakes
her head. not answering.
doesn't it feel
like Tuesday honey?
i'm not your honey
anymore,
she says.
and no, it doesn't feel
like Tuesday.
it feels like
Monday. which it is.
can i help you carry
these out to your car?
no, she says.
no need to get up,
just lie there in bed.
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