Feeling cynical today.
There is a girl in the office
Who wants to be famous.
She has a yellow poster on her wall
Telling her to do better.
She has discussions with important
Men. And wears a tight beige skirt.
She doesn’t smile at me. But
There are possum droppings
Littering the hallway by her door
Like black beetles.
And the sun cracks its knuckles
Against the roof hour by hour.
And the ceiling fans do nothing
And dead ants lie in lines
In the staff kitchen.