Restaurant Worker Elegy

Poetry by Hannah Rodgers 

What have they taken from us? 

From every painter trapped making elaborate shapes with the sauces 

From every musician rhythmically tapping the spoons and spatulas 

in the back of house while he stacks the dishes

for the next shift 

From every comedian writing jokes on the order tickets only the cooks will see 

From the singer trilling the names belonging to each plate  

just to make them sound different 

just to make them feel special 

just because she knows their names and they

never remember hers 

 

From the tired, bored, desperate writer using the customer-requests function  

to script out the last poem of the ever-stretching weeknight: 

All work and no play makes Matt a dull boy 

All work and no play makes Matt a dull boy 

All work and no play makes Matt adull boy 

All work and no étouffée makes Matt a Cajun boy 

All Cajun and no work makes Matt a Playboy 

All play and no work makes étouffée Cajun 

‍ ‍All étouffée and no play makes Cajun Work 

All Matt and no play make Matt work 

All Matt and no matt makes work work 

all Matt and no Matt must make work work 

All play and all matt is Matt with no work 

With no backspace button and a misaligned

keyboard it took weeks to adjust to 

all he can do to keep it going is hit enter after enter 

space after space 

shift after shift  

All Matt and no Matt must work 

All Matt and No Matt is work 

Work with all Matt is work with no Matt 

Work with all Matt is 

Work with no Matt is 

Work with all matt is God 

after shift after shift 

God do you work 

God, do you work? 

God what work do you do 

is God work? 

is being God work? 

after shift after shift 

Are you there, God? It’s me, Matt. 

God made work right 

God made work right> 

God made work right? 

God made work, right? 

after shift after shift 

God this work 

God, Work THIS! 

i’m sorry 

Why God? 

Why, God? 

Why God Why 

Why God, why? 

Why God? Why, God? Why? God! 

Why God! You shouldn’t have! 

And on my birhtday too 

How did you know it was 

was what I wanted? 

Did I pray hard enough 

Did I cry hard enough 

Did I be a good boy for admiss 

for admissions this year 

did I Finally deserve it 

did I finally earn it 

did you finally decide I 

was worth it 

worth the 

worth more than 

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