freedom.
he calls
I squint
“hum, ok”
then face the computer
“shit ok”
then maybe make coffee
who are we kidding
then get back to work
then finish work
then look outside
and wonder
“why do I work?”
then remember
“freedom!”
yes and freedom
buys money
and money buys furniture
and dildos
and drinks
and food
and a nice looking gravestone.
©2022 Nadja Moore All rights reserved.
Nadja Moore is a writer based in Surrey, UK. She has a day job, a roommate, a band called Lilies in my brain, and no pets. Her poem “Today” has also appeared in Horror Sleaze Trash.