Tailored seams are trickling down my sides.
Stiff lapels brand my flattened chest.
I stroke a noontime shadow with a shackled wrist,
Making sure my large watch face catches the sun.
My unpolished hands dexterously unfasten polished buttons.
Long hair is tied back and out of sight.
Hips are consciously not swinging,
While I take a seat without hesitation
And avoid crossing my loafered feet.
I notice that you pay closer attention
When I lower my voice.
This is the uniform of taking charge.