Otis
5,
8,
6,
5,
5,
5,
3, 2, 1 - and when it finally reaches the ground, I am ready to fill whatever face emerges with fist, ready to reach inside the brain of whomever has wasted my waiting time, and turn-off the light of their soul like a switch, ready to pluck out the eyes and fist through the throat, ready to ram the chin to the back of their head - ready, ready, ready, 3, 2, 1 -
- and the elevator is empty. What to throw a fist at now, Fist? The invisible man, that eternal companion conjured beside you, lame, nameless, naked, unknown? Or, the unsmiling man, his fat ugly features caught in the lift mirror, him with a flimsy fist flopped at his side, hurrying back to the office without good reason?
8,
6,
5,
5,
5,
3, 2, 1 - and when it finally reaches the ground, I am ready to fill whatever face emerges with fist, ready to reach inside the brain of whomever has wasted my waiting time, and turn-off the light of their soul like a switch, ready to pluck out the eyes and fist through the throat, ready to ram the chin to the back of their head - ready, ready, ready, 3, 2, 1 -
- and the elevator is empty. What to throw a fist at now, Fist? The invisible man, that eternal companion conjured beside you, lame, nameless, naked, unknown? Or, the unsmiling man, his fat ugly features caught in the lift mirror, him with a flimsy fist flopped at his side, hurrying back to the office without good reason?
posted by Fist at 17:05
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