eyeing chickens bred for bread
stuffing sounds inside my head
nodding off in midst of meetings
drinking teas but I’m not eating
take out foods, an hour’s pay
gone and swallowed thrice a day
Tag: meeting
poem: dodging and deeking, losing my lines
dodging and deeking, losing my lines
missing a meeting or two at a time
forging a feature or three per CV
all this a pinch of the weakness in me
poem: hopeful, so hopeful
hopeful, so hopeful
the weekend is here so leave early
your work will not notice
your empty desk
of course all your meetings
run late
