Time Well Spent

Stuck lamenting the green walls and grey floors
that match milk-tainted cups of day-old coffee.
stop-watch afternoons yellow in demeanor,
carefully asking unimportant questions
about an unclosed tag or a bad idea,
or a looming deadline. Another near-miss.

And it’s enough to drive you to drink, or at least to the library,
where you’re asking the spectacled, sex demon, librarian at the counter
her thoughts on missed deadlines. And she laughs,
telling you she’s be unemployed without them.

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