Seams

daniel on Nov 23rd 2009

The welder throws an enormous,
glowing hunk of slag against
the wall and it sticks.

A barber down the street notices
smokestacks coughing viscous
phlegm out over the lake.

Your shift and a chunk of your year
lopped off; can’t afford
the other half,

and so you retire with
bad hair and a bad back
to your parents’ house.

Should have been a lawyer,
she says, and the
litigation begins.

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