Today is my last day of work

at the best papermaking studio

in America

and I can’t go gentle into the night.

As I am getting changed,

everybody leaves,

and I get locked inside. 

I try to get out,

the alarm goes off.

I imagine the police

storming in

tying me up

hopefully saying

something ridiculous

that I will later use in a poem.

I call my boss.

She doesn’t answer.

Her voicemail is full.

As I wait I read the notes

I received today.

I will show them to the officer.

Please, don’t hurt me.

Somebody

somewhere

loves me.