but by undoing the body
of another paperclip,
or quietly attempting
to scotch
tape cottage cheese,
my coworkers
can’t know what I’m doing,
so instead
I post all day
to facebook—
feels like hiding
with tigers.
like this morning’s
presence
on the street bending
for a three quarters
smoked and
lipsticked cigarette,
work is
the phrase “make
this hour move,”
when
it should be “make this
our move.”
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