M Lundy · Jan 14, 2011
less than a minute

work is over
for everyone
but me.
i'm left alone
at my desk,
the only light
coming from my computer screen.

it speaks to me:

"what the fuck
are you staring at?"

i get up and leave.

Copyright 2010 M.E. Lundy
 
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