The Radio Box, poetry by Iulia Gherghei at Spillwords.com

The Radio Box

The Radio Box

written by: Iulia Gherghei

@iuliatzurcan

 

Every two months or so at my place of work
In the entrance hallway
A tall room with walls covered in marble
On a little table a lit candle, a framed photography and a vase with flowers are displayed
And you stay in front of them
And you think
Five years older than me
One year younger
My age
One more year and he/she would have been a retiree.
Why, why, why…
Most of the times is cancer
Today was covid-19
What are the odds that I will leave this institution on my feet?
Do I want my picture displayed in the main hall?!
Which picture?
My sister before she died more than ten years ago specifically asked that her funeral car to pass before this building
She truly loved this place
But it is time to go
My shift starts soon, no time for more introspection
This huge radio box echoes death from all its soundproof walls

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