the ugly writers

Waiting for What in the Bank

Waiting for What in the Bank

 

It’s cold in the bank

the metal desks marble floor

beige walls plastic plants humid papers

cold drinking fountain

aluminum elevator

chilly computer screens

cold hard cash

(you were waiting for me to say that)

and the people who enjoy their work

the guiding principle of theft

the air conditioning on high so

it can’t be hell, hell would be hella warmer.

I’m waiting in the bank

where they keep so much

I’ve been here five minutes or maybe

my whole life

long time

waiting

waiting in the bank

for redemption

forgiveness

charity

pity.