This Aint No Mad Men Pencil-Skirt World
Marcia LeBeau
Pushing the snooze button further into lateness,
you choke on humidity, take a cold shower, and die a little
under the water. You drag yourself to the train station,
climb the double-decker steps for a better view
of the swamplands and smokestacks of New Jersey
and if youre luckysleep. You might read a poem, but mostly
you just tunnel into Manhattan bedrock, preparing to write rhymes
about the average sneeze being, well, not so average.
Please recognize a sneeze goes 100 mph, so it deserves a strong
tissue, not an everyday tissue. Take note while the Puffs puppets
proclaim, Its not just Felixs sneeze that goes 100 mph.
Everyone who sneezes has that much power.
These are the concerns eleven floors up across from Macys
where the A/C cranks so heavy youve had to duct tape
a piece of cardboard over the vent so you can daydream
of Thanksgiving morning when the balloons pass your office
at eye level and pray that SpongeBob makes a wrong turn
and crashes through your window. Youll come in
Monday, the computers smashed, the storyboards about sneezes-
and-picking-up-messes-and-brushing-your-teeth-thoroughly-
and-eating-on-the-go will have been ground
into the synthetic carpet so deeply, the rug wont know
whether to go shopping or just lie there for eternity.
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