#title Metamorphosis into Bureaucrat
#author Marge Piercy
#SORTauthors Marge Piercy;
#date 1971
#source [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/126-march-4-17-1971/metamorphosis-into-bureaucrat]]
#lang en
#pubdate 2015-09-10
#notes Fifth Estate #126, March 4–17, 1971


<quote>
My hips are a desk.
</quote>

<quote>
From my ears hang
</quote>

<quote>
chains of paper clips.
</quote>

<quote>
Rubber bands form my hair
</quote>

<quote>
My breasts are wells of mimeograph ink.
</quote>

<quote>
My feet bear casters.
</quote>

<quote>
Buzz. Click.
</quote>

<quote>
My head
</quote>

<quote>
is a badly organized file.
</quote>

<quote>
My head is a switchboard
</quote>

<quote>
where crossed lines crackle
</quote>

<quote>
My head is a wastebasket
</quote>

<quote>
of worn ideas.
</quote>

<quote>
Press my fingers
</quote>

<quote>
and in my eyes appear credit and debit
</quote>

<quote>
zing. Tinkle.
</quote>

<quote>
My navel is a reject button
</quote>

<quote>
From my mouth issue canceled reams.
</quote>

<quote>
Swollen, heavy, rectangular
</quote>

<quote>
I am about to be delivered
</quote>

<quote>
of a baby
</quote>

<quote>
xerox machine.
</quote>

<quote>
File me under W
</quote>

<quote>
because I once
</quote>

<quote>
was
</quote>

<quote>
a woman.
</quote>