Sunday, July 10, 2016

Secretarial Manual, Scrawled On the Blank Back Pages

I'll eat coffee candies surreptitiously
and pretend that they're not yelling at me
but someone else, perhaps some clerical ghost

who never finished the job on time with no mistakes
after the typewriter bell had chimed
and on my lunch break, window shop

for dresses beyond elegance itself

and drift through an April park
just thinking of all the books I'll find
when I get paid;

new shades of lipsticks
with the flower names

but for today, it's the 23rd Psalm
to keep my mind so green and clear
and coffee candy and hidden tears

typing as though
my life depended upon it.

mary angela douglas july 10 2016