Pinterest Working Class

Pinterest Working Class

Pinterest Working Class

Metal bars coming clean
Like the gears of my past
The smell of clear coat
Wafting through the paint line
Aligned products on a shelf
Textbooks absorbing me
Accidental progress

Tech compassion
Attempting yet always devoid
Flexible schedule, free snacks
Financial accounts with stolen tax
Every benefit including
Crawling out of my skin

I inherited this
Every small easy pleasure
In my stable life
Built from their effort
Propped up by survivor’s guilt
I owe what I don't deserve
To this alabaster skin

I don't want this
I just want my story
But it contains
Part of everyone else
Once it's untangled
There is nothing left
And who will I be
If I showcase their mess

My openness is thievery
I put independence on layaway
While I traded in secrets
To pay for my passage

So I carry this 5
PM winter darkness
I would rather regift
On my walk home
I am every other person I pass
I am shifting tree fractals
And every question you ask