September 2010
2 posts
A Person At My Work (part three)
There’s a girl at my office that makes me want to be superman.
Amazing. Beautiful, kind, smile that makes me soften up. She has this walk… moves like a cool brook; purposeful, but economic in the direction.
It’s sad, you know? This big lug nursing a hangover that could knock a rhino, rubbing the scar under my beard from that time a Marine took a cheap shot at me, two seconds...
A Person At My Work (part two)
There’s a woman that works next to me that isn’t what she seems.
She tries to fill the role of a middle aged lady with a son who does her job and goes home.
But you can’t hide what you really are…
The faded tattoos. The weathered features. The defiance at authority.
You were a party girl.
Obviously not now; probably not in the past 15 years.
But I know you were.
At...