HOW HAVE THEY
EMBOLDENED
Tuesday is the weary day : I stay aloof and, each week,
make note of what goes on, Everything becomes Tuesday,
eventually. There are salt shakers on the outdoor tables
of this dweeby restaurant I walk past where the caked
moisture has glutenized the salt. It's all probably
leftover stuff from the weekend which no one has,
yet, cleaned up or freshened. It is, after all,
Tuesday you know.
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