corner office.
a large window
shows the parking lot, the road,
the lights,
a building
being torn down across the barren
field
covered in thin snow.
her books are on the shelf.
her degrees on the wall, a picture
of an ocean.
a picture of trees.
it's neither here or there. this place.
benign and safe.
a womb of sorts.
she looks at me and crosses her
legs. she's very patient, very smart,
she sees what i'm doing.
she waits.
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