brighn
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Working Overtime / PK01
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Jul 19 15:19 UTC 2001 |
the janitor
(two cubes away)
hurls arabic down his cel phone,
and it distracts me
from the subliminal beat of the pop music
on his radio
(britny spears, i think)
(or maybe j-lo)
i try to concentrate
i want to go home
(take off this uniform, and so on)
but the heat of his words
and the foreigness of them
attract my ears
confusion: why does he have a cel phone?
confusion: why don't i?
confusion: i'm in his realm, the realm of After Hours, and this
space is his space now,
so why do i feel invaded?
he hangs up, returns to emptying dustbins
j-lo changes to n*sync, and fades as he walks away
i re-entrench before i fade away
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