Secretary Poem by Leslie Philibert

She hops like a sparrow between desks,
picking words like crumbs off the thick, silent carpet and

works in a aquarium, the colourless fish that
stays deep and motionless, afraid;

she never opens windows apart from the ones
in her monitor - but at least likes the abstract -

she grins at the two teddies on her desk,
entwined in eternal jolly jolly, playing love.

And at night she silently prays in her bathrom that one day,
a second toothbrush will reside in her glass.