Wednesday, April 8, 2009

thin layer

of glass dividing me
from the silky pants and the flowing skirts.
high heels and cell phone breaks outside.
the sunshine glares, friendly albeit.
thin layer of work and no work.
complaints all around.
a coffee break later
we are glad we have a paycheck.
glass divides those of us, sliced down the middle.  caught in the cacophony in our brains
to slave 
we all wish there were more options.
adam, i blame you for this one.

eve, you too.

1 comment:

Chris said...

I can't say enough that I envy your prose and if you can't take that compliment, at least your bravery to share it.