At 4:58 we’re poised to leave
but no one wants to go first
so we hang around, listlessly,
quietly edging toward the door.

I listen to the nervous voices
hanging up and logging off as they
complain and boast and file out,
lugging uncomfortable grudges.

And I go, too, grudges and resentments
swallowed into the cellar of my gut,
stoically stowed away. And the moment
of relief is sweet as I walk across the

parking lot to what is left of my car.