The Weekly Croissant: Blue Monday

How dare I discuss Mondays on a Sunday! (sorry)

Blue Monday

Is it the five half-empty cups of water living like spa pools next to the sink,

The grey fringe framing every bulbous cloud, the hours gone missing to

The fear of what you’ve revealed, the dog hair

Collecting in the cracks between floorboards, the skum on the side of the

Shower, the leaves of the houseplant giving up and curling in,

The fridge with endless ketchup

Old cauliflower, wilting lettuce and scratched styrofoam containers,

The numb in the ends of your big toes, the small rocks in the bottom of your

Slippers and the dog pulling the leash until your wrists complain--

Or is it your pulse, steady as a metronome,

Brave, unrelenting, and deserving of so much better.