UnSpecialArt, Goodbye Labor

Goodbye Labor

These fakers

stretch their arms for a hand shake

no thank you; goodbye

Here’s why:

in a few years, they’ll see me in their grocery store

maybe the back of my head

or bent over getting cans of black beans

from the bottom shelf,

they might want to call out my name

because I look so familiar

but they won’t remember me

and anyway

I was looking in another direction

Goodbye labor, it’s time for me to go.

You’re on your own, and I’m on my own.

these fakers

might see me in my obituary

the striking image of a human suicide

that rolls around the stomach floor

like marbles in a glass vase

maybe his handsome face

won’t strike you

yet

the name might sound

familiar.