A world without Monday

The universe is still teeming with days,

but Tuesdays come sooner than they should

so there seems to be some sort of unfilled gap

between sunrises.

everyone is the same but different. weekends are one day long;

humanists argue twenty four hours is not enough rest.

there is never enough sleep in this world but it feels the same as any other.

six days a week means six is a lucky number

and we still pretend that every day is unique;

we named them so.

when we say the days of the week,

we no longer pause between Sunday and Tuesday

as if there's nothing missing in our lives.

no one goes to church anymore; there's no time.

we need our sleep in this constantly waking world.