yeah. i decided to skip today.
even oxygen wouldnt save him
and the only living memory of him his family will have
is that of a 58 year old man with pills in hand.
-this is strange
you'll say as you pick up the mornings newspaper.
-what is strange? she says
-he didn't show for work again
stir your coffee please, the cream is floating around the mug rim
you do. it tastes much better now
she's now walked out of the room
where's she going? the building isn't much larger than the gas station down the road
the heat starts getting to you. you've been meaning to fix the AC for months now
lazy fuck.
-fire his ass. he's usually late, that unreliable cunt.
she's fussing with the disarray of papers on your desk
you wince, for you absolutely despise trash talking women -leave it
then you return to your coffee and carry on with your thursday morning.