night shift

Gravity is off today

Gravity is off today,
I say, as I drop another plate
I go to clean it up
But someone takes my place
Who am I in this kitchen?
At this moment, in this space?
I touch up my lips in the mirror
But do I really see my face?
Are these people my friends?
Or rats of the same maze?
Are we a family?
We say the same things every day
How did I get here?
Is this another leg of the race?
Is this the real me?
How did I fall so far from grace?
Was it even much of a drop?
Or have I always played it safe?
These games are for the faint of heart
Clock in, grab a broom, lower the stakes