← v12n1, Spring 2013
Poetry · Volume 12, Number 1

[The boss rises up the boss keeps her job]

The boss rises up the boss keeps her job

                        the boss is safe the workers are not

            the boss smiles the boss files the boss

throws pennies at the workers

the boss rises up higher and higher the boss’s

                         head is the balloon getting bigger

             and bigger it gets harder and harder to hold

on the workers do good work

the boss goes higher towards god’s work

                         higher and higher she shakes

             her legs tries to shake the workers

off little bugs with little bags

of personal belongings in plastic bins like the Bens

                        and Tims and their friends we

            can be bosses too can hold the cross

but there is a cost