she's clocking out
i'm punching my legs hard
and down
swipe a stair
at a lady who cares
about everything
but me

and maybe she's really into
tiles and elevator shafts
keeping a distance
sweep and switching
to avoid my line of vision
to avoid my line of sight

now I'll clock in
time to forget
time to pretend
time to begin
payrolls on my back
saying get to work
dock your account,
you're not paid to flirt
don't make a sound