January 1998 / Volume One / Issue One
Matt Boettner
LAID OFF

I still get up around one o'clock,
no breakfast,
a pot of coffee will hold me 'til seven
at which point I'll snack
a sandwich
with the pocket change I got.
I save the bills for the bar
in the evening.
They say your room for growth
is the distance
from your belly to the counter.
Mine seems the length of an
empty trainyard.
I get my money's worth.

I come home around three
and write this down so you know
I'm not dead or even hurt
or hung up in a traffic jam somewhere
but I'm alright,
really.
Just tired.
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