Thursday, October 14, 2010

When I am at work, I am as a just-solidified ghost
Still floating half-asleep, my eyes thick and tired with the crust of night
I move through the morning, sighing, yawning,
When I am at work, I am as a sluggish computer
Waking up slowly, ages after I started booting
Weary in my timing, in opening programs and document
In finding the right words and graphics from my memory
In searching out the right colors
When I am at work I am part Xerox machine
Documenting and re-documenting an event, a message
Sending and copying it to faces and names I will not remember tomorrow
Preserving color, printing, printing

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