saturdays: on saturdays i wake up with roads mapped out on my cheeks. my mother cranks up fairouz and depression. i move on to eat, brush my teeth, wash my face, time and space feel so heavy on me. i carry this clock down the stairs.

sundays: i'm out here in church and i pray for an ocean of hair instead of soil. i will help plants grow but will not provide the surface for them to grow, they would die because of the ludicrous lack of nutrients and love and songs. i pray to become a smooth glass of white milk so he can take me and i'll run through his body and we'll fall asleep together. esem el ab w el eben w el rouh el kodos. amen.

mondays: rise and shine my lover. he falls alseep on the bus every morning, but the green eyed girl wakes him up before i have the chance to. it's fine. we move on. i walk to calculus then chemistry then AP english then to him then to the bathroom and vomit my brown guts unto the sink, a massacre of fairouz and angry parents.

tuesdays: "i'm seeing you tomorrow, right?"