My bad nerves
go jingle-jangle-jingle
crossing the rain-dark
patio to the
door
so much brokenesss
in my head and heart
sliding crashing
tinkling
with each step
so it’s just as well
I’m coming in
to work
The strangers I’ll meet
will have no idea
this face is not
my own
The questions they’ll ask
will be nothing
to do
with me
I arrive early
rehearse my lines
get into character
It’s such a blessing to be
someone other than me
if only for a few
hours
“Hello, I’m the facilities manager….”
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From the forthcoming collection Nymphomagic Electroshock and Other Middle-Aged Complaints.
Copyright © 2008, 2017 by Lawrence Roy Aiken.
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From the forthcoming collection Nymphomagic Electroshock and Other Middle-Aged Complaints.
Copyright © 2008, 2017 by Lawrence Roy Aiken.
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