Straight backed and tight lipped,
She commands her office.
Constant ringing, conversing on the Kremlin-Whitehouse hotline
Seeping through the cracked tiles,
Gloves of Bolivian rubber; a foreign policy triumph.
Ordering about the troops, wearing the white feather in the face of chores
Two-step in her slippers
The shift ends
Jazz and brandy can only do so much
To quieten the hum...
She hovers around most notes, pervasive
Never making a sound of her own
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