Holy Week

Collapsed on the brown sofa next to sprawling dog

I spread like butter the weariness of day

from spreadsheets almost balanced.

I say almost because things never balance.

Before I stood up from the desk and turned off the lamp

he called with one small request

And the savings evaporated like

mirages in the desert where jackals pant and lay wait.

This day was spent on hope

and faith in humanity’s ability to resurrect from debt and loss.

Today is only Tuesday.

I watch reruns of SNL next to the dog

who has sneaked in with muddy paws.

She curls up next to my tired self.

We laugh, pretending it is already Sunday.