ODE TO A FORMER EMPLOYER
She was a cubic zirconia
in the rough
a product of Catholic girls’ school
and a carefully constructed
fortress of self-righteousness
a white queen who
furiously moved pawns
around her crowded square
never imagining the
greater chessboard beyond
didn’t you know
myopic maiden
you can’t see ahead
with your eyes fixed
on a mirror
I once knew a woman
who claimed
her farts didn’t smell
- Port Townsend, WA
1997
6:30:24 PM 
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