poem: naiveté, now that’s a topic

naiveté, now that’s a topic
curious peers and connections — eye contact;
whirling around a prescribed chunk of room while you’re
bending and lifting and talking and talking
and scrubbing and now and then
wishing for death to come
and it pays every day same as the rest


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