Consuelo Roland

BETWEEN: Office Effluvium

As she heads for the boldly emblazoned doors,
painted with the crest and mantra of corporate employment,
she inhales the world she is leaving,
the world she has chosen to walk away from:
the component fumes of industrial plastic and motherboards
emanating from desktops and laptops,
 the deodorised melamine-and-fabric odour
of capitalised furniture and space partitions, 
the fibrous low-key stench of  wall-to-wall synthetic carpets
(in her mind’s eye she can see the glinting air-borne settlings
of dust and flakes of human skin), and for a moment overpowering her,
the roasted fragrance of freshly brewed coffee,
 luring her back to the sheikdom,
mingling heretically with the miasma in her nostrils,
as someone thoughtlessly opens the fridge door
 letting piquant cheddar and briny yoghurt exhale,
amongst the effluvium of displaced dreams and desires,
 contained in a relatively small place,
under the crackling fluorescence,
escaping to assail her one last time,
 the mass inked presence of paper embossed by machines
 and worked over by fatty human fingers,
a trail of virgin white sheets freshly freed from A4 sheaves;
the only essences she will work to retrieve and distil.

The only essences she will work to retrieve and distil:
a trail of virgin white sheets freshly freed from A4 sheaves.
And worked over by fatty human fingers,
the mass inked presence of paper embossed by machines
escaping to assail her one last time,
under the crackling fluorescence,
contained in a relatively small place,
amongst the effluvium of displaced dreams and desires.
Piquant cheddar and briny yoghurt exhale
as someone thoughtlessly opens the fridge door,
mingling heretically with the miasma in her nostrils,
luring her back to the sheikdom.
The roasted fragrance of freshly brewed coffee,
of dust and flakes of human skin for a moment overpowering her.
In her mind’s eye she can see the glinting air-borne settlings,
the fibrous low-key stench of  wall-to-wall synthetic carpets
of capitalised furniture and space partitions. 
The deodorised melamine-and-fabric odour
emanating from desktops and laptops,
the component fumes of industrial plastic and motherboards:
the world she has chosen to walk away from.
She inhales the world she is leaving
as she heads for the boldly emblazoned doors.
 

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