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What remains is;
filament in the fluorescent tubes hung over cubicles, bland glow, the cubicles, beige walls, monitored calls from telephone, numbers on monitor, the corded receiver, outbound, outbound, dials, dialing, smile into handset, handed-in paperwork, files into shredder-box picked up on Tuesdays. I glance at you sometimes less than I used to. The workplace is playground for supervisor’s subordinate. How long to talk at the copier before suspicious? Enter the floor separately, as a rule. That trip we took to Atlantic City last fall; Borgata stills mails me free play on weekends. |