Poem: Monday Through Friday | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
I woke up and noticed the aging in the mirror.
I walked the dog.
I put on a pot of coffee and opened the newspaper.
The kids came down for breakfast.
My wife asked why I didn’t hang my clothes up.
I ate breakfast.
My wife told me to wipe my feet after
taking the dog for a walk.
I dropped my son at school.
I went to work.
I came home from work and walked the dog.
I remembered I hadn’t had sex with my wife
in quite a while and wondered why.
I asked the kids how their day was.
We ate dinner.
The kids went to bed.
My wife and I watched television.
My wife wanted to know why I didn’t appear
to be listening when she was talking.
We got tired.
We went to sleep.

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