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
or
starve.
we all wish there were more options.
adam, i blame you for this one.
eve, you too.
1 comment:
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.
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