Saturday, March 2, 2013

Rosalee Thompson
I used to have
have a nice day eyes
personalized stationary
25 minute coffee breaks
Now I'm sitting
in a row of grimy orange chairs
mentally counting final unemployment checks
I used to have
dreams of Club Med
winter and summer clothes
dinner and a movie nights
Now I fill out
applications in my sleep
leaving my blood in government office trash cans
I am not a lawyer anymore
I am not a reporter
musician or
butterfly collector
I wish god was alive
When I was me
I saw spring melt into a sunflower

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