On the second day at your new job,
you leave a notebook on the break room table
that the mechanics read aloud from:

In tight spaces between zucchini
and eggplant, between my thighs,
I get so wet watching you weed.

Later the boss takes you aside
to warn you that the men are a tough crowd.
He looks away when he advises
against leaving personal stuff around.

He doesn’t believe you when you tell him
that this morning you accidentally grabbed
your wife’s notebook in lieu of your own.

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REBECCA SCHUMEJDA is the author of Falling Forward, a full-length collection of poems (sunnyoutside, 2009); The Map of Our Garden (verve bath, 2009); Dream Big Work Harder (sunnyoutside press 2006); The Tear Duct of the Storm (Green Bean Press, 2001); and the poem "Logic" on a postcard (sunnyoutside). She received her MA in Poetics and Creative Writing from San Francisco State University and her BA in English and Creative Writing from SUNY New Paltz. Most recently, her work has been, or will be, published in the following online and print journals: Battered Suitcase, Common Line, Home Planet News, The New York Quarterly, Pemmican, Prick of the Spindle, Thieves Jargon, Underground Voices, among others. Currently, she is working on a collection of poems exploring the pool hall subculture, inspired by her short-lived experience as a co-owner of a pool hall. She resides in New York’s Hudson Valley with her husband and daughter.

One response to “In the Break Room”

  1. SAA says:

    Holy shit, that was awesome.

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