two collared shirts
choked by ties
discuss printer to
print philosophies
in stilted dialogue
blended with power
games, hidden
subtext of sex and
dominance/submission,
they go on and on
open gaps flapping
there's an unwanted
boarder, he's hitching a ride
laid out on the cabinets
behind them, head propped
up on stacks of unopened
white paper (yet for the
sacrifice of memos and
board reports) he's reading
some book without outed
numbers, about,
they shift and scratch
at fabric softener softened
lightness,
it's easier to ignore the
ruffled shirts
turning pages
the printer goes
bwah-ehhh-bwah-ehh-ehh-ehh
they check the digits
shirts and cuff links
swoon
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