Glass Elevator by Tse Hao Guang

At 7.25 a.m. each day except
weekends you (rolled magazine
under left arm) take the elevator
(cheap coffee in right hand) up
(most mon & thu in creased cream
blouse, alternate wed in pencil
skirt & glasses because of board
meeting) to level 18 where the air
is clearer (once you stared out
at the hotel opposite, pretending
ice-capped mountains were in
view) & your office (once I missed
my stop wondering about fri’s
agenda (I saw you had 10 files &
no Vogue)) waits (on the same
floor of a different building).

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Tse Hao Guang is interested in form and formation, creativity and quotation, lyrics and line breaks. He has a chapbook, hyperlinkage (Math Paper Press, 2013), and is working on a full-length collection.