Ok, now that I’ve rejoined the modern age, a question:
By Zoelle
Lazy fog bank stretches north, slow:
views out the window from my neighbor’s cube.
Terrible thought plaguing me-
why assault mom, Batman?
Tags: Batman, cubicle, fog, poetry, post-it, san francisco, work, writing
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