Bad Bananas - June 18, 2024

I remember Friday afternoons

4:30 on the clock  computer keys

clacking like a huge cockroach

in high heels being chased

across a tiled floor

one last push to reach

the safety of my Outbox

and through Accounting’s front door

and the slow crawl home

draped over the wheel

poetry was a

bad banana then

I never ate the fruit

so consuming a rotten one

was beyond imaginable

yet here I am

late afternoon 

pounding keys

tired  hungry 

with a job to finish

still more peeling

to be done