Day of Days

On this world pasta day, or mincemeat eve,
I find I’ve missed bologna day and I grieve
forgetting to celebrate that day of all days.

On sister’s day, crying for what I never had,
I thought of my step-sisters and really felt bad
for relationships lasting just handfuls of days.

I’ve so tired of constant commemoration
of fill-in-the-blank month/days across the nation;
I’d like a holiday from monthly holidays.

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