Saturday Manifesto

When the formal week has closed for business, Saturday comes to town. I welcome him with lazy arms and gaze into his playful eyes. He expects nothing from me and I promise to obey. We are a perfect match.

I believe there are forces that seek to tear our union apart. Disguised do-gooders who enter town with talk of duty and opportunity.

“How can commitments be based on nothing?” they demand.

“This is your chance,” they entice.

“Your responsibility,” they implore, “to make something happen.”

“Why waste your gifts with a transient?” they impugn.

I intend to fight for my love. He is everything I need. Others may ask for my hands and heart, but I’ve exchanged my vows with Saturday.