Tuesday

Tuesday, loser day. It's not the dreaded Monday, with its bad reputation, and not a day with a hump, which always seems far more easy going than Monday. It is the middle child, but worst as it's not even, as it doesn't even have the middle spot. 

At least it is a day in, we all say. A day into what? It's like treading water without a plan, it's nowhere in a kaftan, its purgatory, before you see the Friday weekend door, it's many days before you are at Sunday night feeling like a whore.

Then it is a slap in the face, a huge about face, a flannel up your crack, and then we're back, head spinning, a face pulled and grinning, 

"Yes, yes, good morning world, happy Monday to you all."

And then it's Tuesday again. And, where are we? Blink and it is June. And half the new year has gone, disappeared.

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday. It is the beige sibling of all the rest. It’s Thursday in a plain dress. 

It’s Wednesday without the gleam.

It’s Friday without the dream.