Fridays are Saturdays
and I forget you
play your virtual game with friends,
all fellow D&D nerds.
I retire to another room to read
while your character wards off evil.

Sundays are Mondays,
and we play 70’s music
and call it Coffeehouse Day.
We might work on a home project.
Or, if it’s cloudy/chilly, I say,
“let’s walk.” The park is congested on sunny days
and no one’s wearing a mask.

Wednesdays are Fridays.
I always wanted us to go out on Fridays.
Now we do, except it’s “Wednesdays.”
We take turns paying for take-out from
various Asian restaurants. Likewise,
we take turns picking something on Netflix.
Every time it’s your turn, you ask about Space Force again.
“Maybe next week, babe.”

Thursdays are Tuesdays.
Both are foot soldier days.
And are shifted into position as necessary:
Shopping, laundry, getting gas. Check on the lettuce and tomatoes
growing in the common area behind our building.
By the time we have dinner, I’ve given either of these days
permission to leave quarters and do whatever the hell Tuesdays and Thursdays
do when they’re not in service.