sitting around the staff lounge
talking about the things good people do
a refrain of "he's a bad person" rings
the topic shifts...
weight loss, micro plastics
toxins baked into your very bones
how to fit into your summer pants
he walks away
back to his office
alone
the computer hums
A wistful write. I feel he is feeling very alone. That resonates.
ReplyDeleteHmm, gossip and superficiality don't add up to true communication?
ReplyDeleteThis piece conveys well a sense of utter helplessness in this moment.
ReplyDeleteThat's why people drop out and lead an alternate life style ...no problems with weight gain and fitting into the summer pants! :)
ReplyDeleteEmpty chit chat can feel like the mental equivalent of an over-sugary drink. Sure there's the initial buzz, but you feel depleted when it wears off.
ReplyDeleteHe needs a friend .... we all need a friend. Your poem is quite clever.
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling of thinking deeply, surrounded by inane surface chatter. Not everyone is awake. Well said.
ReplyDelete15 years and yet the poem resonates...I remember those water cooler conversations...they eat your soul, slowly!
ReplyDeleteHe seems to be observing from a far distance.
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