Monday, April 11, 2016

Insect Traps & Foot Powder

On top of the break room fridge sits a can
of Gold Bond foot powder
and three white plastic insect traps.

It’s noon and the room is crowded.
Mitch has just nuked some fish and between bites
he takes gulps from  half gallon carton of 2% milk.
Amanda is blasting dance music on her phone and
eating Safeway sushi.
Derek takes nine Tupperware containers out of his Iglo
arranges them on the table before him, eats the dessert first
and then the meatloaf and puts the rest back untouched.
Dominga and Tomasa share soggy tamales.
Gene has forgotten his lunch and has bought
a Milky Way and a small bag of Doritos from the snack machine.
Ted picks at the salad that no doubt exists somewhere
beneath the sea of Thousand Island he’s drowned it in.
Dave warms up a burger from the convenience store.
Paul eats the same thing he does every day, a single avocado.
The new girl comes in, takes one look at the crowded table,
then turns around and heads right back out.
And on top of the break room fridge sits a can
of Gold Bond foot powder
and three white plastic
insect traps.

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