Pixel Pusher

I'm stacking boxes today. Boxes of boxes, made up of tiny boxes. It's called an excel shite. Jealous of the lady at Starbucks who gets to clean down the espresso machine. She gets to feel contours. She gets heat in her hands. Office plastic is neither hot nor cold. I'm pushing around little luminous squares of crystal color, using lukewarm dark-grey plastic. Coffee, put it in neutral....