Mothers clad in Coach leather
are swarmed in litigation.
I am the secretary.
I rub their case files
generating heat to release perfume.
I fill their shoes with the lift of hot air.
I burn their bridges on their lunch breaks
faking full schedules.
I dabble in the art of lobby stall.
I am the slow trickle filter
on the tap of rushing divorce force.
I dine on the marriage corpse.
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