Saturday, March 25, 2017

/bees/ (Poem by Clara B. Jones)

/bees/

for C. Dalton Jones

Are you getting the most you can out of life? Did
you tell them all there's left to remember? They said
Do no harm unless your life depends on it since
you were a student before they hired you to sell mutual
funds. Their fembot was failing so you bought
shares in the company. One data point never makes
a pattern. They are a woman you trusted when your
life was at risk and your tire went flat in a bad
neighborhood before they called their cousin's
garage. They traded drone circuits on Wall Street but
most of their money was tied up in hedge funds though
housing stock in Montclair had lost its value. You were
asked to do it because you were ready but they were
class-normative which changed your plans for the future.
They let wealth compound but won't leave home so
they can't escape word games and quarterly losses.