My Foot In It
Today at two in Kansas City there is an annual meeting
of slave drivers, raw hiders, task masters, micromanagers,
and Simon LeGrees.
I noticed my boss was still hanging around the office at 1:30
And the convention center is twenty-two minutes away.
Aren’t you late for a meeting? I asked him.
What meeting? He asked me, interested.
No where to go from here
but down.
I pretended
I was in the throes
of a forgetful moment.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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