Oryx

There is no photo
Of the author because she
Is too shy to pose

Reality

My cubicle is
Presented as my "work space"
But it is my jail

7/3/08: In Memoriam

The blue screen of death
My laptop has expired
With all my files gone

Disappointment

Liquid not solid
Is my expectation of
A shake from Sonic

Chance Meeting on the Sidewalk

You're wearing no shirt
Carrying a box of "All"
Must be laundry day

Daily

Long meetings all day
But so little being done
Can I go home now?