A review of The Girl Who Was Tuesday by Beatriz Seelaender presented as a poem based on the characters by Rachel Turney

When you’re the oldest child,
you always find yourself to be
a Tuesday. Steadfast and forgotten.

Monday is gobbling pastry
in the garden and wishing that
after all…
she could find her wonderwall.

Wednesday is in love. Like Romeo
and Juliet, a two-hour trafficked tale.

Thursday searches for justice on
the streets of London.

Friday washes away the week
with disco music and sleek hair.

Saturday is given extra time,
to feel that she has mattered.
Staring into a microscope,
looking to the sky.

Bacchus is our Sunday
who dines and feasts.
Sunday is serene,
a cup of chamomile tea.

Together the days create
a rather surreal scene of
personhood, continuity,
and satire. Lose your sense
of time and days with
The Girl Who Was Tuesday
and be careful when you are
chopping carrots.