Fridays

I used to look forward to every friday

I didn’t have school

And I could be with you

You’d take me to run errands with you

But that didn’t matter

I was perfectly content to tag along

We’d listen to Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen

And any others who happened to slip in

And I would dream of how nice it would be to have friends

But that didn’t matter

We’d get burgers and fries

I’d mix all the pops together

If I was good, we’d go to the library or the park

I was almost always good

Since I couldn’t see your errant flaws

But that didn’t matter

I miss that

Now I’m grown and I see things for what they are

Banks and Hardware stores are boring

Fast food rots your insides

And you aren’t the perfect Superman I imagined you as

But that doesn’t matter