Everyday I work in front of my fryer station until I’m burning up and my shirt becomes heavy with grease.
Everyday I wait to be released.
I do as they say.
This I hate.
Walk home in the sun and fry some more.
I should be naked by the time I walk through my door.
Instead I wait
Hover over the internet like I am bait.
I want to read the words from a stranger
I want him to tell me how to undress
Every detail until I’m no longer a mess
Take my shirt off and throw it on the floor
Give me instructions