The world is chock-full of secretaries who exhaust their days processing paper and questioning why they bothered to wax their legs at all when it appears that they will be forevermore sheathed in cotton pants.
Their red nailpolish cracks,
the window of their bedroom grows a blind,
the blue books remain encased in wrap,
and the photograph of the “happy” couple,
is the only one that exposes its black and white face.
Those jade velvet heels
yield on the closet floor
and those diamond panties that once baffled airport security?
yeah . . . they’re at the bottom of the drawer.