Secretary
She hops like a sparrow between desks,
picking words like crumbs off the thick, silent carpet and
works in a aquarium, the colourless fish that
stays deep and motionless, afraid;
she never opens windows apart from the ones
in her monitor - but at least likes the abstract -
she grins at the two teddies on her desk,
entwined in eternal jolly jolly, playing love.
And at night she silently prays in her bathrom that one day,
a second toothbrush will reside in her glass.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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