friday

it is friday again
to the working girl in me, this has meaning.
i remember the relief.
staring at minutes.
unfolding paperclips.
life started after 5:30.
the traffic didn't bother me on fridays.

but i am not a working girl.
and friday means trash day.
it means what each day means.
absorbing the slowness.
noticing the details.
watching a fly against the window.
feeling sand and throwing stones.
it means unpacking a suitcase
from a trip 2 weeks ago.