#poetry #creativewriting #officethoughts

The ceilings I know are made of  Golf polos and blue jeans, worn down by leather (office chairs)   The ceilings house closed door meetings, Invites headlined by “Gentlemen,”   The ceilings I know are opaque, The rules are clear, unfortunately universally understood.   The ceilings are playing mind tricks, Letting light in, warming the air.   The ceilings are…