by Joan Pond
How many corporate Rest Rooms must I endure?
examining a face in the mirror.
Looking forlorn and asking,
what am I doing here?
I washed my hands,
not wanting to return to my cubby hole.
Surrounded by white tile,
the devil hadn’t taken my soul.
I’d given it willingly to these companies.
going to and fro.
It was a mutual agreement,
yet I’m forlorn;
not knowing where to go.
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