Michael McGuire A Tellers Tale
He stepped into the bank; wiped his feet on the word trust, he noticed
right away she handled her bills with a particular lust, he went straight up
to her because her window was marked deposits only, she was the prop
of a merger he was the puppet of the lonely, she said hello how are you
he said-
I can’ t help it there’s just something about your eyes their like UFO’s, the
minute I saw you I felt like I had been given to much change back, now
there’s a renegade future out there that I need you to invest in, and our
capital gains will spawn institutions that will renumber the map, and if
the push comes to an opposite and equal shove we’ll sleep in the vault,
and I will count your pennies and you can calculate the potential
numbness of absolute zero.
She offered to buy him launch but like a fool he had already eaten, before
she even closed her window he caught her cheating, she said I’ve always
loved you and he looked down at his watch, when he looked up again she
was staring at the proposal in his crotch.
Seven years latter at dinner she didn’t finish her dessert, she said she
thought she may have to go to the doctor; her mutual fund gland was
starting to hurt, he convinced himself that his hurt too because he liked
the medicines taste, like starving vultures at a bounty of waste.
Two hours later she said we’ve been practicing theory, when I look into
your piggy bank eyes I just feel weary, all the romance has gone out of
our account I need other thieves to rob, now he’s a bankrupt bone digger
and she’s looking for a new job.
