Challenge
Are you a carpenter? A pole dancer? Do you work in a cubicle? Write a poem inspired by your work experience, good or bad. Lusting over a coworker? Anticipating the next promotion? Afraid of being out in the open? Write it all here!
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Mailman.
Robots and anxious immigrants
looking for their purpose or their papers:
I have neither. Eyerolls and mouthed
"okay"s while I look for what I know
is not there. It will be okay.
I know how to hand you three pennies
while smiling at you, which robots
seem to have trouble with.