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Our workday selves are here. In collared shirts and typing on a desktop. Our emotional selves standing nearby. Silent, carbon see-through copy. I pause from the spreadsheet And remember seeing her on an ad yesterday. The me, standing silent next to me Lets out a groaning scream Like someone lost in the woods hysterically Trying to put a new tire on a truck. About to break into sobs from the helplessness. Shrill and extended the scream Makes the air and the walls and the computer screen Rattle like they're being throttled. I stop typing and stare blankly at a Paint chip on the wall. Floating on my back in the waves of the Screams filling the silent room. "Eh." I shake my head. And go back to the spreadsheet As the screams go on Full force Without me noticing.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
Here and There and Shaking
Our workday selves are here. In collared shirts and typing on a desktop. Our emotional selves standing nearby. Silent, carbon see-through copy. I pause from the spreadsheet And remember seeing her on an ad yesterday. The me, standing silent next to me Lets out a groaning scream Like someone lost in the woods hysterically Trying to put a new tire on a truck. About to break into sobs from the helplessness. Shrill and extended the scream Makes the air and the walls and the computer screen Rattle like they're being throttled. I stop typing and stare blankly at a Paint chip on the wall. Floating on my back in the waves of the Screams filling the silent room. "Eh." I shake my head. And go back to the spreadsheet As the screams go on Full force Without me noticing.
frank-keystone
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
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