Gender specific type casting in Pueblo, Colorado
Oh
to
be
inarticulate,

gender specific work place, where the water
cooler is forever full of rushing, blushing
satisfaction and a never ending supply of
refreshment in the soggy hours of the
afternoon when the blue of the wall crawls
inward.

Temper me like glass so that when I break, I
shatter into zenith and ego, not shards of
crooked open mouth, lips twist, fish face,
look, but pretend not to, want but do not
project outward, do not leave marks, or
gossip beyond the customary cattiness.

Type casted in the doldrums of fate;
neo-woman strategically climbing
the corporate ladder via delayed flight
to Pueblo Colorado.