One of the first dreams I’ve had featuring coworkers.
My coworker told me once
There were things happening
Above her room here, secret
Meetings with words that
Meant bad things for us.
She’s gone now, mysteriously,
So I rather have to believe her.
The first chance I get, I
Break away from a group of us
To explore, the building where we
Work and live so giant that
You would hardly notice
Whole floors have been cut off.
I make my way through cobwebbed
Movie theaters, abandoned
Staircases, narrow rafters, searching
For the place where her room
Matches vertically to one of these.