Sleepworker

in her sleep she works rustling in her lab coat & shaking tired in her booties, so as to not get the floor dirty--- the medical supplies she works on throughout the night shift will one day help another stay alive when confronted with calamity & no doubt, when she began working, that brought some kind of comfort to the overall bearing down of the hours & the stressors that come with a paycheck which disappears as quickly as it lands in her hands. the sleepworker knows not a moment of rest--- you know her because she serves you she makes the things that help your kids in college she stands behind the scenes & dies behind the scenes, a ghost amongst ghosts whose soul purpose on this earth seems to be work--- this work brings no personal gratification, for it only reveals her use to a world still very much ruled by men--- she will most likely outlive the men she knows, yet she earns ¾’s of what a man makes & she works twice as much unpaid time as a man does, yet she makes up 70% of the 1.3 billion people living in poverty in the world. nodding off, then snapping her head back as quick as she can between nods, her eyes grow blurry but the machine that she works on stays rumbling in repetition--- with one slight wrong move, she can lose a finger, but her habit is set & she risks it all as she sleepworks the early morning away, because this world has no meaning for her except that the next shift will come soon.