Zip Tanka 2
by C W Hawes
the shame and anger
the old man felt he remembered at last
his own daughter had stolen thousands from him
my supervisor chewing me out
a second time today
head down before her I clench unclench my jaw
in the middle of my work
I find I have fallen asleep
a mug of tea in hand my eyes close again
academics argue
whether or not language has meaning
but there’s no one who misunderstands “you’re fired!”
Autumn Leaves
volume 8 number 6
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