She said her name was Monday.
Dull.
Drab.
Dreary.
She wished she was a Friday.
Dazzling.
Dauntless.
Daring.
She wanted to be dangerous.
Bad.
Brash.
Bloody.
I call my darling Sunday.
Lazy.
Laughing.
Lovely.
Monday, My Sunday
Stories, Poetry and Essays
Maria Sjöstrand 