Sometimes on Mondays
you chop celery so fine
you can't even see it.
Then, you put it in chicken salad.
You parade it around and
eat it; then you've done it.
Other times on Mondays,
you go to a bar
and you drink at least
two beers too many.
Then, you walk around in the rain
and look at churches down town.
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