Waiting
The room is cold
and I am shivering again.
I finished, worked
too efficiently
for this bureaucracy.
So, I pretend to work,
typing endlessly.
The clicking of the keys
is close enough to productivity
to satisfy the passerby.
Here I am, waiting
for it to be near enough
to 4 pm
to slip out,
unnoticed.
Copyright © Jack Cristine | Year Posted 2017
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