THE HEART´S RUNNING SCREAM
Gainfully employed for Christmas
the attitude I got
from the boss-
“I had hope in you” he said,
pointing to the wall where the figures were etched.
“Sadly we are in no financial position
to retain you
so we´ll have to call it here.”
I could speak of the deplorable
my mind made-
the antics like shitting on his chair
after the cleaning man and I
rearranged his office to look like
a tornado in August.
No, I won´t dive into that mess.
I´ll conserve my attitude
pack my stuff
leave the office
in dogeared facetime
home to where I will
still be asked,
“How was your day, hon?”
It´s not like I will die or live
from the loss.
Life is a whole lot of non-binary signals
attracting hope in the middle.
We´ll leave the aberrant wishes
for another wistful day.
Tonight, I´ll take out the trash
and stifle the heart´s running scream.