To Monday

By: A.C. Cash

Scenes repeated

Silver screen

Upon awakening

I remember

Why I prefer sleep

Suppose that’s what I get

For reading Plath before bed

Every last bite

Of a hot meal

Nourishing and necessary

I’ll object and cry

Weeping a revolution

Rewind the tape

To Monday

Seventy-four to seventy-five

Back to one

Today is two

The four men

On horseback

Have returned to greet me

I prop my eyelids open

With matchsticks

It’s hell on earth

But wide awake

Is the only way back