monday -
     i slept for three hours
     and the weekend only existed in smog
     the rattling came through my bones
     like an old friend i had forgotten
tuesday -
     last night i had taken something
     to put me out of this for half a day
     i woke up and was convinced
     that the virus had finally left
wednesday -
     a twitch of the wrist can make me believe
     that nothing could ever be the same
     yet i still can meet new people
     and speak with them like i knew them yesterday
thursday -
     the cars rolling by the window at night
     cast lights that look like daggers as
     they drift slowly towards my toes
     then disappear behind the walls
friday -
     there's a slight ringing in my ears
     but the sun always appears to be
     glowing just behind the trees
     and it's always there
     it's always there