Welcome to the Cubicle
Back to back
For hours
In this weird space
No windows or doors
Can't even sneeze in private
typing, typing, typing
Wonder if you knew
That if you turned around
At the right moment
You might catch my life on the screen
Maybe see me trying not to fall into the monitor
Back to back
For hours
Push your chair too far & run over a foot
Majority of my waking hours
Staring into a corner and a monitor
There's a wall of Post-its
And a phone that might be a prop
A printout of Prince
LOLs and Purell and Scotch tape and Pez
This is the cubicle.
How's the back of my head today?
And for poetic relief, a poem by Joyce Carol Oates!
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