Friday, March 16, 2018

Mash

Thursday felt different than it used to,
than it would many fourths from now,

and not my favorite one in November,
or the one I liked the third week of every month,

but I liked it,
it felt like the beginning of something instead of the beginning of the end,
like Sunday morning,

and even people that said that was pessimistic really agreed with it,
with me,

because we were all just waiting for high noon of Friday,
around the turn of the century,
yes,
that one

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