The Call Center Dreams of O. Hunt

The Call Center Dreams of O. Hunt

 

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Telephones ringing

like fireflies flashing

chaotically

 

at the beginning

of each work shift

 

when you

mount

 

your cubical chair

spinning it around

coming up heads

over tails

 

Tones on Tail

playing from

cassette tape

an old Walkman

left by your

 

time-stagnant

predecessor

 

Firefly phones flash

in unison

now

 

Plug earbud

into right ear

and then slip

headset microphone

earpiece over left

ear

 

Switch on

incoming calls

 

an unfamiliar

voice

 

floods your brain

 

Conversations piggy-

back each other

over

each other

into

a chain of checkboxes

checked into

 

breaks out back

coffee, talk, snacks

 

and then

you’re peering back

at yourself

 

from restroom mirrors

while coworkers come

and go

 

You lock in

the darkest spot

in your colorblind

amber eyes

 

myopia dissolves

 

away

away

away

 

Sand on the beach

warms your bare

toes

 

Each one loving

the warm cushion

as dry turns to moist

turns to wet

 

and the little waves

are lapping happy

feet

ankles

calves

 

Sun is the solution

a forward thinker

flanked by friends

on a dreamy sun-

day-to-day

the work is gone

 

Call center background

crashing

tele-

phones calling

no more

 

away

away

away

 

dissolving in salt-

water

 

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