I Like This Office

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem I wrote about radiation after what transpired at Fukushima.

Submitted: September 13, 2013

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I like this office

Clean glass in floor-to-ceiling planes

Shining mahogany desk stone-smooth

Superficial and perfect the way I like it

Crisp ebony chairs that roll purposefully

The only hint of “out-there”

A painting of flowers trapped in a frame

It can’t get to me in here, I think

Clutching my notebook with its familiar lined sheets

Sheets that offered comfort and escape from this world

A world I could fashion with the sharpness of blue ink

In here is a world of Work

Corporate and unfeeling

Buttons fastened too tightly

Pearly PCs and phones beckon me like frosty jewels

It can’t sift its way through the sealed window’s cracks

Or find its way into the elevator

Or creep up the stairs like a stalker

I like this office

Smelling clean and cut and dry

Filled with misanthropic mensa types in bright bold work-clothes

Suits that whisper as they walk

Unscuffed soles on shoes that cost more than one month’s rent

A place where the soul stays quiet while the numbers come to life

It is memory, Citibank, Daddy, safety in this office

I will stay until I am unafraid

 


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