I am waiting
outside the Staples
that was supposed to
be open, but the gates
are still drawn.
All the lights are on
and the second set of
automatic doors are cracked
just a few inches.
My imagination runs wild
as I watch people
walking up to the doors,
peering in the windows
closely talking to one another
about their not being open yet,
leaving with a frustrated, disgusted look
on their faces.
I imagine a workplace love suicide.
A weird love triangle gone wrong.
A robbery of large proportions.
Someone woke
suddenly
in the middle of the night
deciding to leave their life behind.
They're so sick
of being the manager
of a Staples and
they want to see
what is going on
beyond the golden border
of Mexico.
Perhaps they can
open a little cantina
with a special
on margaritas,
Taco Tuesday
being every day.
April Ridge lives in the expansive hopes and dreams of melancholy rescue cats. She thrives on strong coffee, and lives for danger. In the midst of Indiana pines, she follows her heart out to the horizon of reality and hopes never to return to the misty sands of the nightmarish 9 to 5. April aspires to beat seasonal depression with a well-carved stick, and to one day experience the splendor of the Cucumber Magnolia tree in bloom.
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