death.by.obligation
The first alarm rings-
I bolt up
and turn off.
The second
and finally third
are what force my slow rise.
I dress
and stare at myself in the mirror for 5 minutes
before sprinting on heels
out the door.
I merge.
I wait.
I go.
I stop.
After pledges of homicide and failed
suicide attempts,
I coast
right into the parking lot.
Watch
my runway model moment
of snazzy, business girl fame,
as I work it on my way to the door.
Lucky
is when you get to work
before your boss.