The Lovesong of the Office Worker

The Lovesong of the Office Worker (after Prufrock) In dreamsthe office blooms with scales.Fishes unzip their bellies,spill résumés that twitchand curl on the tank.Coins scuttle under chairs. The kitchen womanwears fishbones for hairpins.Don’t be so loud,she says, voice echoing,tiny fins flicking at her throatas men stroke her spine,hands slick with brine. The worker readies to […]