Fridays are Saturdays
\nand I forget you
\nplay your virtual game with friends,
\nall fellow D&D nerds.
\nI retire to another room to read
\nwhile your character wards off evil.<\/p>\n
Sundays are Mondays,
\nand we play 70’s music
\nand call it Coffeehouse Day.
\nWe might work on a home project.
\nOr, if it’s cloudy\/chilly, I say,
\n“let’s walk.” The park is congested on sunny days
\nand no one’s wearing a mask.<\/p>\n
Wednesdays are Fridays. Thursdays are Tuesdays. 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…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64461","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64461"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64819,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64461\/revisions\/64819"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI always wanted us to go out on Fridays.
\nNow we do, except it’s “Wednesdays.”
\nWe take turns paying for take-out from
\nvarious Asian restaurants. Likewise,
\nwe take turns picking something on Netflix.
\nEvery time it’s your turn, you ask about Space Force<\/em> again.
\n“Maybe next week, babe.”<\/p>\n
\nBoth are foot soldier days.
\nAnd are shifted into position as necessary:
\nShopping, laundry, getting gas. Check on the lettuce and tomatoes
\ngrowing in the common area behind our building.
\nBy the time we have dinner, I’ve given either of these days
\npermission to leave quarters and do whatever the hell Tuesdays and Thursdays
\ndo when they’re not in service.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"