Friday, November 1, 2013

poem of the day 11.01.13

first job

i listen to the loud girl
on her cell phone

take down the information
for her first job interview

she interrupts me reading
but she sounds excited and full of pep

so i’m trying not to be
my typical angry self tonight

when she hangs up the phone
she plays with her hair
in the window of the bus

gives herself a slight smile

she’s so proud and content
that i put away the book i was reading

to put on ravel and secretly
watch her exuberance

think about being at my job
another twenty or thirty years

how the tenacity to withstand
the mundane and routine

in the end
makes you just tired
no more alive
than a suicide.


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