God, are you hiring?
I’ve noticed the alleyway statues
don’t have Angels anymore,
and the little highway flowers
are growing underfoot in the military graveyard,
I’m wondering if you have Betty on a list somewhere,
she just hit 40,000 hours at the food bank,
got a cake but mostly talks to cats.
Some little boys are locked in rooms with no windows
Some don’t know the difference between a window and the sky
and other boys have the nuclear codes.
I’ve kissed a couple of your people lately
curling their charging cables
around their collarbones and on their ears
my lips on the newest earring whispering
“Better for you if you only”
My joy has diminished to hot water and orgasms,
and even those feel simple and strange
each day on the way to the post office
The sign at the tire shop says to pray and be grateful for you,
I figured I shouldn’t add to your paperwork like that
but then again,
are you hiring?
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February 19, 2026
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