May 26, 2020
Non-Essential
my heart pounds like
my fists in this sour dough
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running, tripping down the spiral staircase -
I can’t. I won’t. I have to though,
or else the bills are fucked.
I just can’t breathe
imagining
the 6 foot distancing
in the lines I will stand in to
get my head checked and declare my travel
“Have you been outside the country?”
“Are you feeling ok?”
“Where is your mask?”
waiting again.
for the elevator.
with a roll of red tape in hand
to mark a circumference of safety
around my chair in the office
for what? but really think though...
for FUCKING WHAT?
It’s very simple.
to return the power
to my boss and his boss and his
and do the same work I’ve been doing from home
in isolation and safety
for the last 3 months now.
Sounds about right.
