Life’s Cold Cubicle Must Melt By Noon On Friday

As silent snowflakes drifted down from blunted tips of skyscrapers, all was quiet inside 860 Broadway.

The brick-lined building contained a handful of heads bent toward glowing screens, crooked necks testament to their owners’ devotion in this collective ennui as muted minds drifted away to the grey sky.

A hush had settled in on the top story of that heavy building on Broadway. Only a persistent high pitched hum could be heard; it had begun to seep into their brains and it clung to the edges of every head, consuming the empty air with its relentless ringing.

It followed them down subway vents and into train cars, piercing their ears as they glided across icy sidewalks and even crept into their beds at night while they slept.

The ominous hum grew until it subsumed their minds the way darkness devours the sight of a man that’s spent too long in a red car with the motor running and the windows closed. It begins with a tiny black spark, then chips away at the light until awareness¬†evaporates.

The building dwellers turned their heads to the sky and imagined the vast swath of icy desks splintering, the quiet air crumbling, ennui falling to its knees and the hum becoming a distant memory as Friday rolls in, the sun presses from behind clouds and the snow stops falling.

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A Man I Never Knew, Never Knew A Man

His gentle soaks into my fearful and crushes chaos

His thoughtful sneaks up on my distraction and our minds’ align to obliterate a dreaded cold fate

Kindness seeps from his skin

Our happiness improvises lines from nighttime sighs where I’m his sweetheart and he’s my man.

His hands are a house and his breath is a car

His grip on my hip
Is a quiet Sunday street, empty sidewalk baking in the sun
I’m not scared
Of being here with him
Those old fears were crushing
Love ushered away on another summer day, blue and red lights flashing
But today is new
The heat settles in and swallows my scarred
My evil ugly worried tail
And I feel human

This budding, emerging man beside me
Pushes up through the concrete
Hungry for water and light
I sit down now and
Nurturing pours from my fingertips

I want to knead any hard parts with my knuckles until his skin turns pink
And we sigh together
Softened again.