My job is gone. Just
upped and moved away.
“We’ve decided to go
in a different direction.”
It’s a Friday, way after 5pm.
I get drunk as I strip my cubicle
down to its grey blahness. Say
“see ya” to the dying diffenbachia in
the lobby and take the steps
down.
Wow! This is an excellent poem that perfectly describes the experience/feeling of being let go. Love the so-real, so-often-used line: “We’ve decided to go/in a different direction.” Also loved “strip my cubicle/down to its grey blahness”–a perfect detail. The ending fits, too: “take the steps/down.” Great poem on realistic subject–thanks for sharing!