From March 26th (a Blog -prequel)
The story is supposed to get less painful
I can't tell any more
my head stuffed full of cotton
the packet upside down on my desk,
my hand still feeling the weight of it
from when my boss handed it to me.
Our team lost 3 people in this layoff.
Instead of assuring me I was safe
I'm the coyote running over the edge,
my "separation packet" an anvil in my arms.
Separation, from "our" team, from "my" office
from the company that respects me and asks for loyalty.
The view up here is nice
once I stop pumping my feet
I'll relax
Until the furious ground stops me.
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