there is a certain kind
of magic
to the tangible hell
that is the workplace

these walls can
hardly breathe
their lungs weighed
by grease

but within them
I'm subjected
to certain things--
-rationale
-truth
I'd never think
it'd bring

I've scrubbed away
at my second thoughts

& I've slaved through the
constant heat of my desires

I have been suffering all along anyway

so these
pushed buttons,
rattled nerves
and our
heavy bones
is something
we share

it is magic of
a certain kind

and I rather enjoy suffering with you