Wednesday's Child
Published in Mosaic Literary Magazine Spring 2022 Edition - Page 90.

Wednesday is a pretty word.

When you say it,

Not when you write it

Or think it.

It takes long

Looks wrong

And I am busy

on Wednesday

But I lack motivation.

Attempt to write another chapter,

Creativity is running again

To a place which I cannot follow,

Nor see.

I try to go outside,

My white breath stops me.

Even the weather

Is Wednesday’s warrior

I call my mom instead, and put the heat on eighty.

She says, “Don’t catch a cold”

I say, “A cold can’t catch me.”

Maybe I’ll take a night walk.

It’ll be colder,

And darker,

But it means

Wednesday

is over.