AT QUIET
Today I pulled up to work thinking about what it felt
like to work. I am a project manager. A very harmonious thing happened.
My understanding of the ocean replayed itself in little moments of me
working. The people I worked with and the things I asked of them
floated by. All was radio. All wearing undershirts and sweater sets
and chubby. The persistence of this touched me to the point of
speaking. I did. In my car. I spoke deep into the whiteness, the edges
of my memory, to someone I loved once, on a very dirty couch, who was
drunk & flashing. I told him I liked it. Work. I don't know why, in
this moment of synchrony I thought to tell him, who I haven't spoken to
in years, this. I walked into work, pumping a little from the feeling,
and quickly gave way.
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