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Our dim President
Flips through multiple stories
Blundering their “facts”

Sunday plays its trick
Confiscating the weekend
Leaves us with Monday

The a/c mutters
During classic movie night
Brewing for four years

Writing their stories
As they launch into what’s next
Forging their journey

Backyard to steak house
After a Resy mishap
Chatter is the same

Perched next to stillness
Snagging a book and my cat
When time paused its chase

Passing notes like school
With productivity tools
And get paid for it

Before Monday starts
The sky recoils to onyx
A sinister wink

Laughter fills the glass
Clinking drinks beneath the stars
We stitch our stories