which remembers that family
provides more than any job,
that I'm not supposed to be
where I'm not supposed to be,
and craves half a Marlboro light
with a Diet Coke in a can and to
wipe condensation off my hand
and onto my blue jean thighs.
If I emailed my boss tomorrow
I was leaving, she would post
my job as open and ask when
is my last day. If I told my husband
I was leaving, he would fight for me.
He would be lying in the driveway
in the way of my car. He wouldn't
seek a replacement. There is none.
I was told for so long fulfillment lay
in my career, climb the success ladder;
don't lean on a person. Pick yourself up
by your boot straps. Where to put my time?
Someone fighting for me, with me,
that I couldn't be easily replaced or
someone debating if I'm worth a raise?
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