I Like This Office

I like this office
Clean glass in floor-to-ceiling planes
Shining brown desk, stone smooth
Polished and perfect
Crisp black chairs that roll purposefully
The only hint of "out there"
A painting of flowers trapped in a frame
It can't get to me in here, I think
Clutching my notebook with its familiar lined sheets
Sheets that offered comfort and escape to this world
A world I could create with sharp blue ink
In here is a world of Work
Corporate
Buttons fastened smother-tight
Obsidian phones and slick grey computers
Beckoning like jewels
It can't sift through the window cracks
Or find its way into the elevator
Or up the stairs like a creeping stalker
If I just stay focused on the mundane
I like this office
Smelling clean and cut and dry
Filled with paper doll people in bright bold attire
Starched pink blouses and electric blue ties
Gleaming shoes with unscuffed soles
It's memory, Citibank, Daddy, Safety in this office.
I will stay until I am unafraid.