My Most Secretive Smile
The boss began to boss me which I love.
I nodded with the fake smile I reserve for such an occasion.
She is not trained.
She has no idea what I do.
But she thinks she is the boss, and not just of me.
Of hundreds of others
My friend walks by and gives me a weird look.
I do not stick out my tongue but I want to.
She walks by three more times, staring.
The wall is glass so she can see me easily.
Later she asks me what that was all about.
I lie and say I do not remember.
You had the weirdest smile on your face, she tells me.
I have never seen that smile on your face before.
Which is why we are friends.
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