Whispered in the labyrinth of cubes
Watercooler talk without the cooler
“That one’s put in her two weeks, you know.”
It’s said with distaste, with venom adrip
“They are a traitor for leaving” is clear
Or is it just because you are jealous
They’re fleeing the corner you’ve painted
Your life into, and you would do anything
To join them if you only knew how
April 5, 2024
From “Two Weeks’ Notice” by Anonymous
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