Staff should never know
that after 6 p.m. your shoulders fall down,
your feet sink into the ground
and you feel such great emptiness
that street noises echo inside of you.
Let your boss never know
that in your head you sign
holiday for everyone
and referrals to antipode without expiry…
You knot your tie on a branch,
looking at your departing, wind-swayed body,
leaving boredom where
your hand used to be.
Let none of the employees meet you accidentally,
frozen and silent,
that a sudden greeting
might shatter you.
Translated by Paweł Sakowski