getting fired 1.16.13

when the phone doesnt ring
and there is nothing to do but accumulate time x money
at 3pm
the boss's office
strewn about dog toys
the ____ business ain't so hot
poetic licence please
so make like it's the 50's, look tootz we aint got not money ta be paying ya
so ugh, yeah, we have to let you go
last one to get hired
first one to get fired

nothing personal

one manager quivers


quietly you remove items from atop a
[MDF: UF or PF surface (but most likely the one with the formaldehyde because it's less costly to produce)]
picture, knicknack, can opener
and say one short goodbye
and go

to live in the blue electric light

Light Fiction: Nancy

Tuesday

415 pm:

nancy browsed Zappo’s sale section

apathetically looking at boots named: Passion, Throne, Claudia, Lets Walk, Bullet, Peak

she particularly enjoyed Nines West's line of oh so desperate black boots: Too Late, Cashy, Platnium, Had It All...

was the owner desperate or the boot she wondered aloud

a co worker snapped her neck

what was that?

no ugh nothing says nancy

and it was back to the boots

more women’s names than others: Alison, Angie, Janessa, Daisy, Fatimah, Joan of Arctic™, Tiffany...

there was no nancy in the sale section, size 8, black boots

525 pm:

subway train ride home

no headphones

no book

trying not to catch a stranger’s eye, leaning hat head rested on Poly(methyl methacrylate), the same waterbottle

chasing a rat or was the rat chasing it? up and down the aisles up and down

a boy came through the doors, large home made sugar cookies in a cardboard box,

cookies a dollar

no money, sorry says nancy

tinny bass sounds, at least 3 different languages, whispers, shouts, stop at city hall, interchange of passengers bringing new conversations, wistful young couples, young professionals in overcoats and boots and tweed

nancy wonders what woman’s name is attached to another young woman’s boots with

a jaunty step off onto the platform of her destination