By Cosette
Date: 4 July 1999

A weekend of deprivation

sunday 
10:15pm... 
8th floor at my cubicle 
facing a computer screen to see a tired image
in worn-out jeans to protect my legs from mosquitoes
coffee as my only company that breathes
i am mad at the keyboard
my fingers can't keep up
complaining printers... squeaking... vomitting what i have worked for in days 
a bald man frowing 
still no consolation
i am counting hours
in frantic hurry
to escape
to call you
missing me
waiting for me
my only motivation
to spend a weekend
not like this.