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Staff Nights Out and In

 

the pub finally chucked us out

and I was sitting on the kerb outside

trying to hold down my burps

when the supervisor of the cheese department,

15 years my senior and happily married,

she squatted over me

and straddled my face.

everyone just laughed

including me,

muffled as I was

by her crotch.

 

that was years ago.

 

today I had record of conversation

for calling a female member of staff

“love”.

 

think of her:

paranoid and angry

taking too many mental health sick days

to advance    

in this age of liberated women.

 

think of my old supervisor:

in a higher paid position

and not giving a shit

during a more repressed time.  

 

think of me,

looking for another job.