Desk Job (Do you miss me?)

Georgia Park

An anonymous collective of poetry

the office door doesnt shudder

when i walk in

no one takes notice

im given a signature

an official stamp

and a desk with a drawer

housing baby carrot sticks

and the book i am

secretly reading

my own walls

are all encircling

and decorated

with pictures of him

and hearts,

and references.

I write a report

I do it again

i drive home,

i go to sleep

i wake up in the morning

while he is still sleeping

he doesn’t know

how much i kiss him

sometimes, he shields his face

sometimes, he doesn’t.

but he never remembers

by midday, when i call him

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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