I get back from Holiday
To an inbox full of emails
I know
If these had been real post
I’d be sailing out the door on a sea of mundane letters
The world’s forests would be so many empty fields
There’d be no oxygen and we’d all return to bacteria
So let’s thank computers we’re all still alive.
The man in the ugly lime suit comes in
And dumps half a poison oak tree
Complete with abacus business rune formula
On my desk and asks if my holiday went well
I nod and do not open my mouth
I had two whiskeys instead of a shower this morning
Without breathing I know my breath
He leaves and I am alone
I push the files from the middle
And JENGA they hit the floor
I know
I’m going to have to pick up all those files soon
And tonight I know
I’m going to forget the shower;
Hit the floor.
