To the Department of Human Resources by passingavery, literature
Literature
To the Department of Human Resources
April 17, 2015
To the Department of Human Resources,
I am writing this letter to make an official complaint about an unfortunate incident that recently happened to me at the office. I believe that I have been sexually harassed by an employee in upper management. His name is Jonathan Herz and he serves as the company’s Chief Operations Officer.
On Monday, April 13, I was asked by my immediate supervisor, Herz, to remain in the office past 9pm to go over some sales and marketing figures for a report that he was compiling for the CEO. It was the first time he made such a request of me and everyone else who was working on the 59th floor
We waited amongst strangers, cheap paper banners, and protests in the scorching heat as the clock struck a minute closer to noon. The news channels had set up their cameramen before the crowd, accompanied by news anchors with their microphones on the ready, set for live news coverage to be aired precisely at midday. Between the chattering crowd and the highlight of the day stood a steel gate more than ten feet tall, armed with barbed wire at its ridges. Behind the gate stood uniformed guards some armed with rifles, all armed with handguns. They paced back and forth alongside the metal fencing, expressions stoic and movements well-rehea
Spare the spider, you said,
for it's more afraid of you,
but I turned on the offensive anyway,
the newspaper curled into my hand
like claws clenched for the crushing,
and you stared at me as though
you couldn't believe that fear was this contagious.
I remember seeing its body brushed against brick
the way a bruise molds its way
across the skin, surprise paved like pigments
in the scattering of its legs,
cupped at angles that looked like palms
pursed for prayer, stretching across the air
as though to say
I wouldn't have hurt you
like this.
And I raised the folded paper
one last time, my eyes seeing only
the twit
Plump blue bottle entity, it
Hovers, lightweight, carelessly
Yachting through waves, its wobbly legs outstretched like twirling arms,
Spreading over the glistening water like a raft, a lifeboat,
Answering the push-pull of the tides, whether
Left or right, east or west, enigmatic buoyancies
Its only call for duty,
As the ocean guides it, for the ocean always protects its own.
Pluck the creature off, should it come in contact with your skin.
Have salt water on the ready; make sure
You apply it to the affected area; don't worry if it
Stings. The pain is only temporary.
Avoid dousing the wound with vinegar. To
Let the toxins denat
Your allegiance
to the heartland waxes and wanes
to the colours of your suit.
Pinstripes mean salute; god forbid
they put two and two to find the heart
sewn between your sleeves is not your own.
Back up the generators; keep the beating
alive. What's freedom, should you fail
to walk another night?
The teeth
are seething. The chagrin
is to be consumed.
Do you know
how far deep
a man can swallow his pain?
If someone shifted blame to a finger
on the trigger and the barrel to your head, would the cynics
put circumstance to coincidence?
Roll the dice, count your ratios; declare
your lucky dollar furthest from the num
"Google it."
"Do I want to?"
"What do you mean? It's just Google."
"You say Google like it's a good thing. Like it's an entity that bears some sort of universal answer."
"It's a search engine. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless we go into Google Maps, but it's all the same difference, on some satellite-dish stalking level. You search for a place, it finds it for you. Especially in America. Yeah, they have the streets labeled in America."
"That's creepy. The zoom-in function too. Like, you can zoom down to street level and stare face to face with someone's house. Sometimes you can see their cars too. But never people. That's the part
Cancellation is in effect.The cooks are not spoiling their broths
just as the pots are discovering
that they will never be the new black.
The kettle is at a loss for words; black
isn't its colour either.
The proverbs are absolving.The modern are transcending
riding tempests, running deep.
I.
I move to be unbound,
opening to nothing; but absence
leaves longing in its stead.
I shuffle to linger;you distort to fabricate.Words are will and will is
where you advocate your claim:
everything to anticipate,
nothing to decompensate.
Your legislature,my misadventure.II.
Imagine losing your voice;
we'll find equal ground where
your throat runs dry. There is
so much to say where nothing
finds its place. I say everything
with silence; protesting not where
your hands last struck,
defending not where your arms
last put me into place.
There is a light where I do not
open my eyes; a sanctum you
cannot dislocate whe
wager of war --first draft-- by passingavery, literature
Literature
wager of war --first draft--
i.
You are no Goliath,
strong as you may be
Your footsteps are not pathways
for those who obscure the frontal lines
with courageous words obeyed by sons
who are not their sons.
You do not measure victory
by the distance you throw your stones,
for it is never about the body count.
It is only about the stones,
and the stories they leave untold.
You are no wager of war,
ordained only by the highest bidder;
your words are more than the ground
that moves beneath stomping feet
ii.
Perhaps you share likeness to David;
greeter of the open challenge, writer of hymns,
a humble warrior, steadfast where your feet
last
To the Department of Human Resources by passingavery, literature
Literature
To the Department of Human Resources
April 17, 2015
To the Department of Human Resources,
I am writing this letter to make an official complaint about an unfortunate incident that recently happened to me at the office. I believe that I have been sexually harassed by an employee in upper management. His name is Jonathan Herz and he serves as the company’s Chief Operations Officer.
On Monday, April 13, I was asked by my immediate supervisor, Herz, to remain in the office past 9pm to go over some sales and marketing figures for a report that he was compiling for the CEO. It was the first time he made such a request of me and everyone else who was working on the 59th floor
We waited amongst strangers, cheap paper banners, and protests in the scorching heat as the clock struck a minute closer to noon. The news channels had set up their cameramen before the crowd, accompanied by news anchors with their microphones on the ready, set for live news coverage to be aired precisely at midday. Between the chattering crowd and the highlight of the day stood a steel gate more than ten feet tall, armed with barbed wire at its ridges. Behind the gate stood uniformed guards some armed with rifles, all armed with handguns. They paced back and forth alongside the metal fencing, expressions stoic and movements well-rehea
Spare the spider, you said,
for it's more afraid of you,
but I turned on the offensive anyway,
the newspaper curled into my hand
like claws clenched for the crushing,
and you stared at me as though
you couldn't believe that fear was this contagious.
I remember seeing its body brushed against brick
the way a bruise molds its way
across the skin, surprise paved like pigments
in the scattering of its legs,
cupped at angles that looked like palms
pursed for prayer, stretching across the air
as though to say
I wouldn't have hurt you
like this.
And I raised the folded paper
one last time, my eyes seeing only
the twit
Plump blue bottle entity, it
Hovers, lightweight, carelessly
Yachting through waves, its wobbly legs outstretched like twirling arms,
Spreading over the glistening water like a raft, a lifeboat,
Answering the push-pull of the tides, whether
Left or right, east or west, enigmatic buoyancies
Its only call for duty,
As the ocean guides it, for the ocean always protects its own.
Pluck the creature off, should it come in contact with your skin.
Have salt water on the ready; make sure
You apply it to the affected area; don't worry if it
Stings. The pain is only temporary.
Avoid dousing the wound with vinegar. To
Let the toxins denat
Your allegiance
to the heartland waxes and wanes
to the colours of your suit.
Pinstripes mean salute; god forbid
they put two and two to find the heart
sewn between your sleeves is not your own.
Back up the generators; keep the beating
alive. What's freedom, should you fail
to walk another night?
The teeth
are seething. The chagrin
is to be consumed.
Do you know
how far deep
a man can swallow his pain?
If someone shifted blame to a finger
on the trigger and the barrel to your head, would the cynics
put circumstance to coincidence?
Roll the dice, count your ratios; declare
your lucky dollar furthest from the num
"Google it."
"Do I want to?"
"What do you mean? It's just Google."
"You say Google like it's a good thing. Like it's an entity that bears some sort of universal answer."
"It's a search engine. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless we go into Google Maps, but it's all the same difference, on some satellite-dish stalking level. You search for a place, it finds it for you. Especially in America. Yeah, they have the streets labeled in America."
"That's creepy. The zoom-in function too. Like, you can zoom down to street level and stare face to face with someone's house. Sometimes you can see their cars too. But never people. That's the part
Cancellation is in effect.The cooks are not spoiling their broths
just as the pots are discovering
that they will never be the new black.
The kettle is at a loss for words; black
isn't its colour either.
The proverbs are absolving.The modern are transcending
riding tempests, running deep.
I.
I move to be unbound,
opening to nothing; but absence
leaves longing in its stead.
I shuffle to linger;you distort to fabricate.Words are will and will is
where you advocate your claim:
everything to anticipate,
nothing to decompensate.
Your legislature,my misadventure.II.
Imagine losing your voice;
we'll find equal ground where
your throat runs dry. There is
so much to say where nothing
finds its place. I say everything
with silence; protesting not where
your hands last struck,
defending not where your arms
last put me into place.
There is a light where I do not
open my eyes; a sanctum you
cannot dislocate whe
wager of war --first draft-- by passingavery, literature
Literature
wager of war --first draft--
i.
You are no Goliath,
strong as you may be
Your footsteps are not pathways
for those who obscure the frontal lines
with courageous words obeyed by sons
who are not their sons.
You do not measure victory
by the distance you throw your stones,
for it is never about the body count.
It is only about the stones,
and the stories they leave untold.
You are no wager of war,
ordained only by the highest bidder;
your words are more than the ground
that moves beneath stomping feet
ii.
Perhaps you share likeness to David;
greeter of the open challenge, writer of hymns,
a humble warrior, steadfast where your feet
last
wager of war --first draft-- by passingavery, literature
Literature
wager of war --first draft--
i.
You are no Goliath,
strong as you may be
Your footsteps are not pathways
for those who obscure the frontal lines
with courageous words obeyed by sons
who are not their sons.
You do not measure victory
by the distance you throw your stones,
for it is never about the body count.
It is only about the stones,
and the stories they leave untold.
You are no wager of war,
ordained only by the highest bidder;
your words are more than the ground
that moves beneath stomping feet
ii.
Perhaps you share likeness to David;
greeter of the open challenge, writer of hymns,
a humble warrior, steadfast where your feet
last
"Google it."
"Do I want to?"
"What do you mean? It's just Google."
"You say Google like it's a good thing. Like it's an entity that bears some sort of universal answer."
"It's a search engine. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless we go into Google Maps, but it's all the same difference, on some satellite-dish stalking level. You search for a place, it finds it for you. Especially in America. Yeah, they have the streets labeled in America."
"That's creepy. The zoom-in function too. Like, you can zoom down to street level and stare face to face with someone's house. Sometimes you can see their cars too. But never people. That's the part
we're tangled in causes by passingavery, literature
Literature
we're tangled in causes
"Hey," she asks, "do you have a moment?"
I turn around, giving nothing away but a slight indication of recognition I know her cause before it slips from her lips. The signs are all the same and she catches me before I produce an excuse with a wave of her folder, and I'm bound by the part of me that doesn't want to feel bad for turning her down.
She carries on, words falling from her mouth like a clutter of recited text and I nod, eyes spilling where her hands guide me and I find myself lost in a plastic collection of papers, statistics, and reprinted images. She speaks about rights that the nameless children do not have, abuse hangin