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Dead Skunk Logo: round logo of a white skunk silhouette on a black background with the words “Dead Skunk” in cursive. “Dead” is neon purple and “Skunk” is neon yellow.

Author Bio: In ink and in the flesh, Émilie is a blend of Don Draper's sour elusiveness and Phoebe Buffay's sweet quirkiness.

White headphones on blue background




Staggered rows made of desks in which employees are encased,

assisted by docile screens & keyboards,

yoked by headsets,

steered by a software and,

last but not least,

bestridden by marketing.

Between two calls, as the fingers press words onto the screens, the eyes fall to the bottom right corner of the screen.

2hrs left. 

Earworms wiggle their way down to dancing fingers.

Come with me, little girl, on a magic carpet ride.


Logging back in.
Call-10 min-no sale

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 iterations       like incantation  produce     a trance like   state

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Mental strands fold and unfold like party whistles

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navy cherry iris & black strands

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she slobbers an army of tin soldiers unaware

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 that death is slurping her brains through a plastic straw

Call-4 min-no sale     


Straw              slashing

The striped                            and stirring

berry smoothie          the strands

into a

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Down her neck

The sunflowers of her white blouse

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Call-1 min-no sale     

and are reborn

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as yellow chrysanthemums

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                            eerily matching death’s garland

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The green of its peacock feather cloak grows more and more lurid.

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Teeth on a bracelet clatter and glint.

Call-22 min-sale        
Call-40 sec-no

The day is finally over.


IN THE BACKGROUND: The cacophonic droning of calibrated conversations.

The ethically anemic guile of reluctant salespeople. 

The sharp pop of privacy perforated by the tusks of capitalism. 

The century old scientific organisation of labour will attend our funerals, and time it.

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