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  • Jennifer Copley

Night Worker

Night Worker

Her job, to mop out cubicles.

Fifty-four pans to bleach, ten sinks

to scrub. She hates it all—

the hairs, the slime, the stink

catching her throat. Tonight

it’s Saturday and worse than usual.

She stops, straightens her back

and stares through a skylight at the stars.

They remind her of a lad she was once in love with

who tried to teach her the constellations

when all she wanted was sex

then fish and chips at Bob’s—those hot parcels

soggy with beautiful vinegar and grease.

—Jennifer Copley

First published in “Some Couples” by Jennifer Copley


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