.working stiffs.

the exchange is ever familiar.

the only thing that varies being
the weight of the day,
as exhalations synonymize
with little deaths under
dull lights beneath ceilings
that seem to sink upon them.

they float in and out,
bass-heavy, dark bodies,
contrasted by their clothing,
congested by their murmuring.

a ghost of a memory.
a memory no more.
gone.

leaur dernière petite mort.

 

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