Monday I am a raccoon
clutching a coffee mug
digging through the trash
of my inbox. Wearing
sweatpants and hoodies
in the winter but
the rest of the year
I wear pajama shorts
and pretend they are pants.
But I always have a real
shirt. Sometimes it even
has buttons.
I work my real job
typing on a real computer
making fake images appear
on a real monitor for real
people who were once fake
personas corporate dreamt up.
Real people on a Monday
clutching a coffee mug
sifting through trashy ads
on a real screen searching
for a real job for themselves.
I am sure half of them are
not wearing pants.
I like to believe it’s to be
comfortable, but I know
they’re just sitting on a real toilet.