Workplace Hazard
Each time, stepping out in the hallway,
at high tide or ebb tide, there is
the chance that the breaking point
with finally be breached.
It might be a disdaining look,
or another indecorous shout
interpellating from behind,
to remind the cost of prejudice.
To fill a generic category,
to stand in loco parentis,
hour by hour, without the
pull of blood or home:
This must have made sense some
gone day, when the social contract
meant something other than:
just let me look the other way.
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