this is why i got baked today

she looks out from behind the venetian blinds

of her Corydon Avenue Scotiabank cubicle

in a saggy yellow cardigan which

smears like margarine over her white button-up shirt

with shapeless inhibition

and i feel her sigh through the pane



wafting scents of peanut butter sandwich-ghosts

in vinyl lunchbags forgotten in formica desk drawers

mingle with Febreeze & coconut verbana body spray,

growing stale behind the slightly reflective glass

wherein i review my anxious reflection

it could be the rain

but i am instantly depressed

(brooding image)