Hiding

Friday night.
Every week has one.
Every Friday night
You tie one on.
I've learned the hard way
To do what you say
Exactly the way you tell me.
You still get angry.

Monday at work
Hiding the bruises,
Making excuses,
Avoiding the questions
With polo-necked jerseys,
With long sleeves and skirts.
Ashamed of my failure,
I'm hiding your work.