You are smiling when I leave you
and smiling still when I return
but how many smiles do I miss in between?
Locked down in endless afternoon meetings
I doodle your face in the margins of creative briefs.
The countdown to five is slower than ever.
On the way home I gamble on freedom, SuperLotto style.
-Lo, dreaming of being jobless and solvent.
LaDonnaWitmer 