Sarah V. Schweig

pilgrim’s progress

Most days I stand in my cubicle taking my gloves on and off.
This is my job.

The only way to experience something is to first experience
nothing a long time.

So said the Zen master after I’d climbed the mountain
he built with his bare hands from waste.

I dated him once. I’ve dated everyone. Now, he kisses
my forehead instead of my lips.

Now he calls me My child instead of You cunt.
He’s made remarkable progress.

I say, You’ve made remarkable progress.
He says, You’ve made remarkable progress.

I say, No, you’ve made remarkable progress.
He says, NO, YOU’VE MADE REMARKABLE PROGRESS.