King of Weird

I’m buried in a rough pile of
receipts but I’m telling my boss
we’ve got a baseline of anxiety
we didn’t have a year and a half
ago she’s at the printer and this
is our first real conversation
and she was excited to come out
of quarantine in a more authentic
way but everyone’s weird now am
I crazy? No Everyone’s fucking
weird and then the King of Weird
walks in from props snapping
his fingers, backwards-Dodgers
cap, asks are you done talking?
I wanna show you something,
twitches his head toward the
hallway once twice I
follow because I must navigate
fake tree backdrops of back
yards electrical wiring everywhere
the rush of masked and faceless
bodies but Steve he brings me
down to the palette a couple
cardboard boxes he says he’ll
send me info for but I got
what I needed before he pulled
me away