We both have deadlines
he and me and
we’re not so different really
except he bangs his head against his desk
like a ravenous djinn gone mad inside
his emerald coated bottle of a cubicle
and he does this for three minutes
and then a small hole forms
just an eggshell patina break
and he uses his teeth to snag
some object in it…
Paper!
A wadded, rolled up, already stapled and collated
report for the boss
and I just stare at him and then
I stare at my monitor as he
pulls it ex nihilo from the mini-fissure
in his desk.
Everyone skips to lunch and
I’m alone and behind and
worried and
so I bang my head
like he did
really, really hard
but can’t make three minutes worth
and then I wake up on a nightly vacuumed carpet
and see a circle of eyes peering down
and feel crimson running from my forehead
and I think
just like a Robin
that a Woodpecker
is just a crazy bird.