Friday, January 20, 2006
Work Poem
I was washing my hands
in the john
When someone came over
the bathroom speaker—
there was a brief pause...
before she spoke,
during which I thought:
Is the building going to blow right up?
In a fire? Or a terrorist's attack?
Anything to get out of work early—
surely they wouldn't
dock that from my pay.
8/3/2004
