Relentless jingle jolts me on
third ring; silence falls; brutalized ENTER
jabbed with furious resignation. Tea mug with
disappearing Tardis settles, ChapStick
teeters. Dancing dust motes softly
land on bright monitors.
Red velvet cup-
Creased newspaper Ray Lewis taped
to Inbound Bin. He roars, I roar; partnered
silently. Does the design of my tissue box
reflect me as an individual?
I must not drink the water. Too
many women getting
on LF, Jr. Please, do not
print. Thank you. I miss Face plant, but little
Napoleon stapler still keeps me company.
Vortex of passwords behind my eyes shoot
down my arms, through my fingertips.
Check voicemail. Member since
addition machine. I laugh when
someone asks for my Productivity
Report. Key Employee awards tacked in a row
behind a note that reminds me fūtō
is ‘envelope’ in Japanese.
There will be rushes on