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Wish You Were Here

Idiot boss man who sat me down two weeks after my husband died and told me how I was a fuckup, I can see your fat face floating in Istanbul’s Basilica Cistern before the Tourist Authority cleaned up the place, mouth filled with a salad of rotten tomatoes and cucumber peelings, spaces between your toes, sewers for carp.  I’ve got you scheduled for an all-day meeting with top brass from around the globe, digital cameras in your eye sockets. Lights of the Cistern blazing with math and science. Did you know that Emperor Justinian built this holding tank? And FYI. Medusa has a 10 o’clock appointment with you in her corner office.