Pushing mop. In
and out of the bucket.
Slop. The hoover sighs
the empty space
between
meeting rooms.
Green corridors
of glass. An empty
conference table to
be sprayed and wiped.
A pile of papers
to be squared and set.
Office lights
clicking off over
every desk one by
one. The dark silences.
Empty waste baskets.
A single red LED
on a security camera
that blinks. Out.
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Thursday, 9 October 2014
Saturday, 16 June 2012
HOLY PALMERS
Wet hands thoroughly before applying washing agent.
Rub palm to palm.
Right palm over left dorsum and left palm over right dorsum.
Palm to palm fingers interlaced.
Backs of fingers to opposing palms with fingers interlocked.
Rotational rubbing of right thumb clasped in left palm and vice versa.
Rotational rubbing back and forwards with clasped fingers of right hand in left palm and vice versa.
Rinse and dry hands thoroughly.
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cleaning,
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poem,
poetry,
sex,
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