I watched as she drew,
sacred runic symbols
with mustard
on the circle of baloney
for my sandwich,
protecting me from evil
office spirits lurking
at the XeroX altar,
where people go to
pray their copies
turn out right,
while it steals their
souls to be collected
by the evil dark repairman
every Thursday afternoon.


I left for work,
wondering if the collected
talismanic power she had
conveyed to me would
really keep me safe from
troops of Gog,
and the resurrected
ancient gods of
business ethics.

02/28/2005

Posted on 03/01/2005
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