plexiglas

My punch card didn't work
this time;
it was too bent
or too old
or just me

I tried over
and over
until the ghost
in the plexiglas
didn't look the same
as when I started

my coworkers walking by
didn't seem to recognize me
anymore;
nor did I even know myself
as I threw a chair
at the machine
denying my entry

Our job was to warp plastic
into super kawaii shapes
they sold better that way;
and now, me too,
trying to fit a square peg
into a round hole
to be something I could
identify
without over melting
to no real form