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Loyalty (II)

For three years I camped in the job
never moving in
never signing a lease
never bringing my photographs.

Resignation became frustration became resignation
surprise was surprised – surprised it took 1200 days.
Change was coming, but not yet arrived
I told them : “ this can’t go on ”
yeah yeah.
The biblical rod and staff
the staff were a rod across my back
two explanations : for everything
       1 “it’s not my job.”
       2 “I’m just about to go on break.”

In the end it was a very small thing
heat = flash evaporation = ‘effective from 6 June…’

My replacement said, “about Mary …. I’ve been hearing ”
confidentiality – professional ethics – nondisclosure – absolute.
She said it was important to know the issues affecting staff
confidentiality – professional ethics – nondisclosure – absolute.
A third attempt
confidentiality – professional ethics – nondisclosure – absolute.

Her eyes flickered hostility
confrontation hovered
a pause… stretched …. past resentment
then
she spoke, without speed, with solemnity.
Before she continued she wanted commitment
commitment not to confer the information she had been seeking.
Did I promise?
“Yes.”
She said she’d been making herself known to her new staff
my old staff
talking casually …. getting a feel for things
“I spoke with Mary yesterday, she …. she told me you were hopeless.”

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.