Sometimes I wait
Stuck on the edge of somebody else’s decision.
It’s like suspended animation,
Or a dog waiting for a bone
In an economy where most bones are needed
To make a thin soup.
Things are stretched out.
A month of work hangs out
Like a savior.
I try and will my phone to ring.
I plead but,
It’s just a piece of dumb technology
With no real connection to my dreams
Or my fears of collapse.
Destitution has haunted me since childhood
My ancestral memory seeks to
Put me in my place.
The sins of my fathers and grandfathers
And their fathers before them
Cling like nails
Driven into my feet.
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