Edward Hopper's Office at Night

The boss is sitting at the desk the boss doesn’t look at her the boss is waiting for the black telephone to ring she also waits for a ring from the boss he is waiting for the files from her her blue dress like a reused file folder around her body her hands tight around the files the filing cabinet might eat her might take her hand off the boss might eat her the boss wants her but the boss wants money more just a little bit more the boss always seems to want the money a bit more the boss doesn’t hear there are taxis outside waiting for all the women down on the street across the street a boss prepares for bed another boss above him in apartment X rotates a Q-tip in his ear before sex despite instructions on the box we took my father out of the paper the living will the letters with their little capes will leave the paper who will take care of my children later who will take care of my father the will will take care of no one a piece of paper cannot take care of anyone I cannot take care of everyone on some nights I wake in a panic and can’t tell if I am dead or alive this year I dye my hair so I won’t have to die