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The boss said there was no need to meet regularly
another meeting to schedule
there were enough already
time and all that.
bad news didn’t need a courier
was pretty good at finding its own way.
No news, being good news I guessed.

If there had been
I might have raised the matter with her
or it just bobbed to the surface.
It seemed too petty
too trivial
to make an appointment for.

One of the cleaners
“your domestics,” the nurses called them
was not cleaning as she could, or should
because there were no indictable lapses
no corrosion or rust
just not enough shine.

Discretion thought about looking away
but shortfall seemed, so calibrated, so knowing
and epidemiology warned
imitation might become infectious.

The manual suggested asking if there was problem
If any help was needed?
or advice?
“No, ”
but she had some for me.
Translated it said
I was here when you came
and I’ll be here when you’ve gone. She was.



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.