No, she cannot come to work today.
There are no more weekends,
Weekdays, holidays or sales about nothing.
She cannot make any more commissions,
Read the fine print on the coupon,
Or be yelled at for not having the right size.
No, she cannot close or open your store.
There’s no more leaks in the stockroom floor,
No carts being flipped by an angry manager,
No more coworkers arguing on the phone.
No, she cannot come to work,
But she can lay like alabaster,
Like a fleshy statue.
So, this is her two-week notice
For all the endless beats of time.
She will not be going to work.
© 2017 Valerie Hathaway