No Outlet
Scratching your head on a business call. Purse your stubbled lip.
“You see anywhere to plug in?”
“No.”
…
“You need to use this one here?” I ask.
The curly coif bounces over your hazel green gemstones.
“I don’t think it it’ll reach. Besides, it only works on this side-” tap tap.
“Well, if you change your mind.”
“Thanks.”
Return to my morning role.
No outlet.
