Job Security

There are stacks of paper—
agendas, plans, scores, data
to show we were here.
We sit all day in meetings
mouths moving, hearts failing,
minds spinning frantically, spirits on lockdown
as we carefully step
around each of the thousand truths
clothed as teenagers
who wander the halls
outside our closed door.

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