Night Crew by Darrell Petska

by Leslie Anne Mcilroy


To the people on floors 7, 8 and 9
I do not exist.

Their trash cans empty like
one day becomes another
and their floors stay forever clean.

Are they more than paper
in the trash, smudges on mirrors
and soap left on sinks?

Floors 7, 8 and 9 say
they need no one,
we do not exist.

I have a name.
I clean floors 7, 8 and 9.
I exist

but sometimes I must polish
and polish more
the stubborn bathroom mirrors

for me to be sure.


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Darrell Petska retired after more than 30 years as an engineering editor/copywriter at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. His poetry has been published in Bolts of Silk, Muddy River Poetry Review, Verse Wisconsin, San Pedro River Review, Scissors & Spackle, The New Verse News and elsewhere. Darrell is the father of 5 adult children (a new grandson!), in love with his wife of more than 40 years, and before university life, worked as a psychiatric tech/caseworker and nursing home evaluator.