Business Poem

by | Apr 29, 2014 | Poetry

This day keeps getting more and more disheveled.
Someone is having a party in the bathroom.

There’s nothing to look at beyond conventional
streamers. I find myself between sizes,

like a semi-abandoned miniature golf course.
I would like to invent an indoor fire pit

for offices that need more violent recourse
than rickrack of sensitive documents.

Once I was like a confidential file. I hid certain
parts with correcting tape. Keyboarding,

they promised, would be the only class we’d use
in our future of damp napkin removal

or ass-slathering. How many just like me turned
not to tricks but massive typing pools

where rewards were Tylenol caps and hot water
to soak extremities. One gal’s sweater

was the envy of all the others. Someone calls
my phone looking for a Rebecca.

Our office manager has found an innovative use
for all the defective paper clips.

Dear God, please stop photographing food,
I begged of the mystery caller, who

must have had water running in the background,
or property on the best side of a stream.

Photo by: lonelypath

About The Author

Mary Biddinger

Mary Biddinger’s most recent poetry collection is O Holy Insurgency (Black Lawrence Press, 2013). She is also co-editor of The Monkey and the Wrench: Essays into Contemporary Poetics (U Akron Press, 2011). Her poems have recently appeared in Crazyhorse, Guernica, Gulf Coast, Pleiades, and Sou’wester, among others. She teaches literature and creative writing at the University of Akron, where she edits the Akron Series in Poetry and Barn Owl Review.