Never before so devastatingly eaten up
as during this conversation with
a praying mantis in tie and three-piece-suit.
Words fall on the table, marbles fall
on the glass plate. He takes sips of my
life story and belches with dissatisfaction.
He rolls me up. He lights me up
and smokes me. Then I am allowed to go.
Later, they call my bodily remains.
I got the job.
- Ingmar Heytze
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