Wednesday, February 23, 2011

nicely

At work I cannot realize which headgear warms and limbers me best—my arms will not cooperate if I’m snotty or glistening round the eyes from asking a mask to prevent the snot. Her lines follow me as I step on a palette to send it flying up to my palms; I tend to forget what they portend while sidestepping this palette to the nearest edge of the selecting aisle. Then I let it drop to the cement that’ll burst a drum if I don’t cup my ears before the palette smacks it. I’ll get a pair of thick ear-warmers to wrap around the back of my head and a mask for optimal warmth. As for the black beanie patched with the three-triangle Steelers shit, I toss it in the cardboard box steadily filling with discarded empty sticker pages after exertion brings the warmth. Finally my head freezes in the flight to the loading dock.

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