9/27
Sonnets From Other Lives: Tim

He doesn't think about it anymore.
Doesn't need to--just follows the script.
Boot up. Open file. Type report.
Automatic.  Like a switch was flipped.
Who was it called them "veal fattening pens"--
these ecru labyrinths of cubicles?
His CV302 form's due at ten.
A meeting after lunch.  The day is full.
Roberta stops by bring him decaf.
They break for coffee & commiseration.
With her long athletic legs & flirty laugh,
she's a daily gift to his imagination.

At five he'll drive home, go to bed & then
get up & go & do it all again