(for Louis and Steve)

Now that offices are verboten
the woman who sits with her
back to the break room browses
panties and boots but quickly
clicks away when the two men
alight to smile and stroke.

Beside her the executive
holds endless phone meetings
tossing acronyms like grenades
shattering the sixty foot space
with New Jersey diphthongs.
It’s important that those passing
through know she is who she is
despite the absence of the plaque
or the presence of the sphinx
sitting quietly beside her.
 

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