Pregnant Project Manager
When I was less than twenty-nine
my job was to build a pipe line.
More specifically, it was to find
pipeliners who'd work for a dime
and get the work all done in time.
I watched them and asked them unshined
questions to tickle their minds
that were often quite cloudy from wine.
Me and them men got along fine
and delivered the pipeline sublime.
What they didn't know at the time
was that I was six months shy of nine.
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