I watched a clock for an hour

saw the sweep hand through each second

revolution

thinking that if I punished myself enough

I’d know not to catch this kind of job again

but I did

being young feckless and free

the burdens

I had felt as nothing then

there would always be a better day

at the end of the shift

weekend

counting stuff

sweeping floors

pushed

pulled things in cages

levers

all for the pay

at the end of the week

day

I was as the dust

swept from dark corners

faint shitstains on thrones

and they made sure

to let me know this;

you can go at the end of today

Friday

we got somebody with more shift

about them

and I’d escape into the sunshine

night

wondering where I’d go next

to start the cycle again

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