interview for The Secretary Chant by Marge Piercy, 1973

My hips are a desk,
From my ears hang
chains of paper clips.
Rubber bands form my hair.
My breasts are quills of
mimeograph ink.
My feet bear casters,
Buzz. Click.
My head is a badly organized file.
My head is a switchboard
where crossed lines crackle.
Press my fingers
and in my eyes appear
credit and debit.
Zing. Tinkle.
My navel is a reject button.
From my mouth issue canceled reams.
Swollen, heavy, rectangular
I am about to be delivered
of a baby
Xerox machine.
File me under W
because I wonce
was
a woman.

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[chuffy14]

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[iggy1287]

I think I love you guys!!!!

I wish you would have discussed the poem more. I'm doing a report on it for my English class. It's due tommorrow...thanks for your short discussion, it gave me a whole paragraph on my paper. I'll mention you in the bib. Thanks so much!