THE WEEK THAT WAS

Hello Monday, my old friend.

What a week to be without a mop.

I stepped in a big, steaming pile of dog shit.

Someone else’s dog, no less.

And, unaware, tracked it through the house.

From attic to cellar and to my bed.

So, I bought two mops.

For insurance, that is.

And out my front door, I went.

To find a beautifully drunk woman.

Who will whisper Monday lies to my face.