Tuesday, August 18, 2015

buy and sell

my broker of twenty five years,
amy, calls and wants to know
if I want to sell
one stock and buy another,
claiming that it would
be a nice addition to my portfolio.
I listen to her and believe
she knows what she's doing,
i say yes, i always say yes,
but still I fear that
at a certain age
i'll be living in a cardboard
box with the clothes on my back
and a toothbrush,
behind a liquor store,
in the woods.
she laughs when I say this
to her, she laughs
a little too long
and too hard though,
and it worries me as I listen
to the rattle of her
fingers across a keyboard
confirming the buy and sell.

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