What stunned me was the overwhelming desire
to leave
and amongst desperate attempts to prove myself considerate
we discussed fixtures and fittings
the banality of shifts gone by
and Italian men in tailor-made suits

the futility of it all was lost
amidst the familiar comfort
of tray tables, cracked plastic jugs and heavy air

after confusion in the lift, I felt the zing of life ripple right through me

alongside the deep and unshifting irony

of being glad it wasn't me.

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