lolls in her inbox, the
with lime green highlight.
What they’ll give her
to just go quietly is fair enough.
She’s read “The Four Agreements”,
“Secrets of Successful Women” and
“Keys to Peak Performance”.
She’s done with all this anyway, long
gave up on “Refueling Career Passion”
and “Motivation from Within”. Knows
her Meyer-Briggs, her season, the color
of her parachute.
But her body
is job-shaped, mutated
to the demands of the years.
Fired in the kiln of the office,
she jokes. I’m a ceramic,
not a woman. She doesn’t add
that the phrase “doubled over with a terrible sadness”
echoes in her ribs
with disturbing frequency. She’s read
“How to Get out of Your Own
Way and Achieve Your Dreams.”