just a reminder
everyone’s looking for the next step up
on some ladder. taller, or uh, higher
is better I hear. straight and narrow
is preferred to a mess and sallow,
covered in old heartaches, anxieties–no one wants that.
‘the baggage, baggage, who’s got the baggage?’ and
I’ll raise my hand, and she saunters over, naked,
politely smiling, handing me more. I must’ve dropped
it a ways back. ‘here,’ she grins ‘just a reminder…’
a weirdness is dashed, and she’s gone with that new conductor,
I’m stuck, covered in post-it notes, bags and bags,
no one is here to help. I’m terrible at math. should there not be a remainder?