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Harassment Training

A poem

Sara Grace Stasi
Nov 25, 2019 · 1 min read

Let’s pretend to be each other
turn to face the solid side

hold hands and jump
into the papers

stapled and stacked
you can see my body
but not say it

What is pertinent? What is personal?

when the sun is setting it means one thing
when rising, it’s another

head stands to change perspective
a rooster calls to tell you
time is up, and you are offended

it is too much-
the indignity of farm life
copiers generate replicas
toner darkens

no one knows what that emoji means
it’s my right, it’s my way of working

it’s hard to type with hands
made rough by labor

you can’t even replicate
single to double

hearts emerge from the eyes
as though it were enough

Is it sarcasm,

or is it love?

Sara Grace Stasi

Written by

Poems, short fiction, photography, musings on life. Santa Cruz, California. BA American Lit | BA Anthropology | MA Education. Patreon: sgstasi

California Thrasher

An online home for the poems of Sara Grace Stasi

Sara Grace Stasi

Written by

Poems, short fiction, photography, musings on life. Santa Cruz, California. BA American Lit | BA Anthropology | MA Education. Patreon: sgstasi

California Thrasher

An online home for the poems of Sara Grace Stasi

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