Mondays are 1 am cigarette smokes 2 am poetry creations and a lack of sleep It’s raiding the fridge but not eating It’s going outside in your underwear because it’s a MN winter and 55 degrees! It’s looking in the mirror until each flaw disappears It’s a bath a shower and one more bath to feel clean It’s purging over the toilet and working out It’s 2 gallons of water and the pill addiction no one yet sees or maybe they just can’t believe because of what monday mornings used to be