August 28, 2017


Waiting in the waiting room

the chairs stick together

the walls closing.
Tart, small voices are heard next-door,
the end of the Friday night radio-show,
witticisms and innuendo
and loud, captive laughter.

Finally, applause disintegrates that room,

other strident voices are raised.

That's when she pops her head in

'hello,' she says

and you smirk


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