I dreamt that a man from
Global Facilities found me
in a conference room at HQ,
interrupting to inform me
that the agreed-upon move
was complete.
I spent the night in short sleeves
and thin khakis, in the cold rush, lashing pens
and desk legs to grabiron
with shoe laces and torn socks
and Canadian jam knots.
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