sitting alone in
my office
on the second
floor
forty three miles
from home
I still make
believe that
I know what I am
doing
success is inevitable,
loyalty is
possible,
and my aging
body will once
again fit
into those jeans
I have tucked away
on the top shelf
no one knows that I
am
a masterful
actress,
an introverted mind
reader, that
I balance plates
heaped
with stereotypes, and
the drawings on
the wall
are mine
© 4.24.2015
heather brager
Were I so fortunate as to be standing in your presence, at present, you would audibly hear me applaud this piece.
ReplyDeleteIf you were to ever go to one of the "meet and greet" blogs and post this, everyone would want to be your friend.
You excerpts so perfectly that sense of alienation artists and intellectuals feel in office when, day jobs, even family gatherings. Sending you love and admiration.
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