Eight stories up a
chrome and glass building,
with twelve thousand people peeking out behind
chintzy curtains,
I pace.
My stomach leaks tension and the
phone hasn't rung yet.
TV's too loud, Discovery Channel
playing sharks with crooked teeth
and heavy ***** eyes.
They are familiar, the sharks. They peek too,
behind curtains of water and
doomed fish.
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 5:44 AM UTC
Eight stories up a
chrome and glass building,
with twelve thousand people peeking out behind
chintzy curtains,
I pace.
My stomach leaks tension and the
phone hasn't rung yet.
TV's too loud, Discovery Channel
playing sharks with crooked teeth
and heavy ***** eyes.
They are familiar, the sharks. They peek too,
behind curtains of water and
doomed fish.
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