Objects Dot Bust / Page 19 of 24


	watching my job slip away I’ve been carrying my resignation in my shoe. I’ve been jogging the building, eyes closed, chasing the rats of the moment— the clip-ons, the posties, the small things fleeing before me— trying not to think about what comes after. about what I’ll do when I’m not here anymore. I’ve discovered a steady state of crisis & daily emergency smell like donut scented ozone, too much greasy & sugar in the air, the office worker’s cocaine, & I can tell from the doorway how bad things will be today.

watching my job slip away