1:51 The days grow into their names crookedly: Thor shares a cycle with Lord Jupiter, with Brihaspati, guru of the Devas, and with En, and Tezcatlipoca. Theirs is the fourth day, or the fifth, and has been black, orange, and wooden, and is good for fasting, say the men in big hats. And so the days jostle and rub against one another like a mouthful of bent teeth, clustered in weeks that might be five days, or six, or seven, or ten, with perhaps a null set of Yule days tacked at one end to prevent rioting. Poor bastards jammed together on a train to nowhere, each sure they are someone's sabbath.
Marc Pietrzykowski lives and works and writes in Niagara County, NY, USA. He has published various and sundry poems, stories, and essays, as well as 6 books of poetry and 2 novels. His most recent novel, The Emissary, and book of poems, Straddling the Sibyl, were published in March 2014. You can visit Marc virtually at www.marcpski.com.