my account manager

my bank guy,

Kamil,

who works at the drive thru

rolls his

eyes at me

as he deposits

a check into my account.

he hits the button

to speak to me

through the garbled

intercom.

you are not gaining interest

he says, placing

my receipt into the box

with a red lollipop.

with inflation, you are

going backwards.

i blow air out of my

mouth in exasperation.

have you ever thought

of muni bonds?

he says. adjusting his turban

and long white

robe,

or a money market 

account.

i can barely hear him though

through the open

sliding drawer,

he's taken his hand off

the button

which allows outside

communication.

what?

i say. i can't hear you.

he pushes the button.

stroking his long white beard,

muni bonds, he says.

let me go get my manager.

hold on.

don't leave.

he has some forms for

you to fill out.

i unwrap the cherry lollipop

and suck on it.