Tuesday's Dread

like most days
tuesday begins
yawn stretch coffee
repeat

the seed of dread
can not be
planted until much
much later in the day

first my head must
till and water the
soil of my innards
insuring this seed's growth

what will I unearth
this tuesday
did I cry too
little as a child

how does it feel
dad's loaded gun
aimed at
mom and me

by late afternoon
this dread takes root
a nap only forestalls
the inevitable

5 pm in the waiting room
unsure I can say
anything at all
once I'm called

how was your week
my therapist asks
tense stare speak
repeat

now tuesdays dread
comes full bloom in my head