olga

they hired a battle axe
to do the firing.
five foot tall, broad shoulders,
a butch cut.
a no nonsense woman
from the eastern bloc.
she may have had a gold tooth too.
I forget her name,
but we called her olga.
if she came into your office,
you were fired.
that was the only reason
she had
to visit you.
after you gathered your box
of junk
she'd take your arm,
under the elbow
and escort you to the back
entrance,
out into the hot sun
where your car was in the vast
parking lot.
I don't know who fired her,
but I saw her
waiting on tables at ihop
one day,
she seemed happier
in her pink uniform.