Sunrise

By Bradley W. Goldenberg

 

I have serious misgivings

about what the Sun does behind the clouds;

what does anyone do

when nobody can see them?

 

I am concerned.

 

I ask my boss

a fleshy giant whose rosy cheeks

belie the pallor that steals the rest of him
“What does the Sun do behind the clouds?”

 

He says nothing;

I leave

silently.

 

My boss is an avid masturbator

like the Sun.

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