Ergonomic Tree
She is positioned
To the best of her ability
In an ergonomic grid
With cold hands and wrists
Like tectonic plates
Hovering above the keys
She imagines herself
The perfect tree
Growing with roots
Flipping sidewalk concrete like
A black jack dealer and
Wishing the excess
And artificial weight
To be less of a burden
To turn over
And rest
With the natural pressure
Of life
A blanket of truth
