Today is the boss the boss is today this day shines
her white teeth the day is the boss
the boss gives us tokens today to take a bus
to a restaurant to bus her table she
breaks our plates our dirty plates break when thrown
I sit cross-legged on the floor to do pilates to
plot with my colleagues to glue the plates together again
up in the sky a bird keeps flying in
the shape of a cross the shadow of my body is a cross
it never leaves me it never helps me only at night
on my back we come together briefly the next day the boss
takes a bus and drives over us over our
plates again and again the boss pretends to glue us after
she breaks us we try to glue ourselves
Elmer’s allows us to emerge as a different person I have
a piece of someone else’s saucer as my heart