When my niece started going to Kindergarten she had a really tough time getting into the groove of the schedule. Every Monday she would cry as she faced the fact that she would have to return to school for another week. At the time, I was working a corporate job and myself and my friends were all facing similar struggles with the endless weight of having a 9-5 job. It was difficult for me to see that my niece was being primed to one day enter the labor system that I was feeling so trapped in. Salve for a Monday serves as a collective reminder and my attempt at guidance for her, myself, my friends, family, and for all of us when we feel trapped, scared, and limited in our power. Using the familiar interface of the Apple iCalendar that was anxiously present in the daily doings of my job, I rush to enter the lines of the poem as events in the calendar for every Monday of the month. The calendar, once a space of anxiety and dread then becomes a space of poetry and of hope.