contract’s gone
at work. or anyway,
“we’re waiting for an update”. surely
come wintertime
some of us will starve. in the kitchen
apples rot. on a call
with the technicians
I tell them “no new news” and quietly advise
that they start stealing office equipment. low ranked
employees, sold like a capri-
sun. it’s not that you expect
a job to be for life, but to lose
without the pleasure of quitting? at my desk
I ignore emails
and google hiring agencies. something
feels good
about not hiding it from anyone.
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DS Maolalai has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019).