Office Song #1 (Mid-Conference Call)
The office life is not so bad as I would have me believe. Misery’s a face we wear well. Too well, I bet—skin pale from pixels, digital glow that lights our interior lives.
Tedium makes for mixed metaphors, Sloppy construction that falls apart on a minute’s notice. No surprise, really, given the average email laced with mistakes and odd turns of phrase I’m sure I’ve never heard, invented in a fit of pique when the right words were too slow in coming.
As for me, I write (mostly) error-free, though my prose is riddled with riddles, odds and ends only I understand. Sometimes, a furrowed brow looks up from a screen, and puckers lips in an unspoken question that says, “Is that really what you mean?”
