awake and pacing, preoccupied by the clattering
trays, stuck in a daze by the fuzzy ceiling radio
and rusty hangings that say, "you love us
because we love you. p.s. did i mention there is
nothing else we can do?" what's there to say?
what's there to do with four kids at home and a
husband that drops by every couple of days? what's
there to think when there's plenty to forget? it's
all about numbing the senses, never getting
visibly upset. well, maybe you're right. maybe
it's like this everywhere but that's no reason not
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you've been here too long. we don't mind these
awful uniforms. we smile when they touch us in the
back room. we laugh at their sick jokes and curse
them under our breaths...act like we don't know
they're standing too close, but any close is too
close. always saying, "that one was a close
call." awake, and pacing. preoccupied. fuzzy
feeling inside. blowing smoke and dodging looks
and cursing jokes. well i am visibly upset.