Poem #152

he lies atop a cardboard cliff
the boxes bite into his back and shoulder
he raises his phone
and takes yet another selfie
looking brooding and odd
the ceiling is a mere two feet above his body
he runs his finger against the foam tile
he considers knocking everything down
but instead he climbs down
and goes back to work

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