on unemployment (revised)

I slide low down into my chair.

Looking at the phone Looking at the phone Looking at the phone …

              Out my window, rain drops jump the asphalt alive, rain
              Pours so hard my world greys into one large cloud
              Shimmer and sliding freely. Trees shake and shudder.

Phone lies so still. I am
Waiting on the call Waiting on the call Waiting on the call Waiting on the call Waiting
 

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