WAITING FOR THE LAYOFF NOTICES
I am the ugly girl
who doesn't want to go
to the dance but am bound
to the chair by the phone.
I need to know.
Yes. No.
Staying or going.
Tell me and at least I will know.
It has been two weeks of nonstop Dangle.
Welcome to Hell.
Even during the French Revolution
they told you the night before.
"Wanna go for a ride in a tumbrel?
Like the smell of rotten cabbage
thrown in your face?
Wait until tomorrow morning!"
Not knowing.
It is its own decision,
a divorce
long overdue.
Let it end.
Let it end.
Let it end.
2
My shrink wants to get me
retired on psych
disability.
I don't do Inactivity
real well
but I'd love a week
maybe two.
A trip to a Dr. Phil
reeducation camp:
MAGGOTS, I'M GONNA TEACH YOU
HOW TO ENJOY LIFE
RELAX!
Fine, blowhard:
show me how to get
reacquainted with the me
I've either never met or
left years ago.
3
Given up.
What?
All that was important, mattered.
My marriage--
oh my most grievous fault.
When the going got tough...
do I need to finish that?
The price is there
it is always exacted
it is always paid
world without end Amen.
Alcohol.
Tobacco.
Not firearms.
Not yet.
I have to get some first.
KW/12-7-05
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