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Wall Street

by Mary Jo Bang
Illustration by Victor Kerlow

Wall Street

Mary Jo Bang
15 Snaps
The trapeze artist above
is invested in space.
She attends to the arc the bar makes
the way you’d watch a movie
where a star who looks like you swings on a swing.

It’s true you know how to wait
although I don’t know that
that counts as knowledge.

I heard a banker say to Monsignor this morning,
I’m certain God wishes me well.

A rat’s face at the window next to me
is stone and the wind isn’t blowing.
A rat’s face sometimes reminds me
of what one sees in a morning mirror:
nose, eyes, a head, some hair.
Five racehorses, neck to neck,
each with four feet off the ground:
yet another classic example
of time seeming to be standing still.
Everyone with money knows that
flying from Pisa to France is a pain
since you have to change planes in Brussels.
As I said to Monsignor this morning,
I’m certain God wishes me well.

 

 

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