Category: work

Today called myself an idiot a lot.
It’s fine. I’m fine. They and we’re fine.

When wise, I delete my posts
but generally settle for clever. At work

I’m perpetually perfecting an expression
that affirms I had nothing to add. I joke,

“Whaddya mean end-of-fiscal? My
calendar says it’s March thirty-fourth.”

I colour code what’s to be done.
My white noise play list skips.

“Whaddya mean end-of-fiscal? My
calendar says it’s March thirty-sixth.”

 

these words by Jeff Blackman were inspired by the work of Kelsy Gossett