Building Access
you’re a card, paper.
a paper card. here’s
your paper card, carl.
cool. cool. i think i
love you, miss facil
ities request system.
in voices more hum
an than computer, i
swear, and with en
ough oomph to erect
a skyscraper on a cold
and chilly month of
mondays, i hear an
earnest emotion-
laden loop of ‘the
feeling. the feeling.
the feeling’s not in
the least. this feeling
is not mutual. no,
not in the least.’
thank you, miss
facilities request
system. with love
and with gobs of
smoochies, too!
