Another Friday


Redlights and stopsigns and Mass St.
without the $40 for my marriage license
left by the calendar two weeks behind

Another week already gone
and how many Fridays does that make
walking block after block of concrete slabs
cracking into fragments I kick across the street
wondering how many mothers' backs I've broken

 

 


The Waiting is the next poem in Migration Patterns.
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