“Your mother phoned."
The Office ladies faces all concerned
Usher me into the reprographics room
Where the copiers' mechanical mantra
Might serve as a screen.
There, Barbara said you'd phoned -
The word… you know, never used
We talked instead about how long
It was since your first mastectomy.
I said you'd joked about
Buying a bra in any size you liked
Now.  And all the while
The copying machine must have been
Duplicating multiplying sheets of
I know not what.  Before
Barbara asked me where I was going
Now.  And I assured her
I was all right - I had a union meeting.
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