Act 1: The Banker’s Dispute With Laura

Written by Willow, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Udita, one of our editors!

The Banker:

petunias floating in a molten river of

pennies, what makes up simple

blood & bones, the killers

waiting for a beggar’s ragdoll

between the emaciated fringes carving out

Fifth Avenue — & what now? Will Laura

surrender all worldly oysters to be wrapped

in a navy apron (out of sight, out of mind)

on the prowl for spare change, release

the neon butterflies

back into my murky shipyards? I know

that the human condition is more than

rice bowls & plastic alchemy, that it, too,

craves flowers to graze on, but even then,

Laura, these cities can only be fed by clouds.

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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Willow. Reach them at @oldmanheart, on Instagram!

This piece was edited by one of our editors, Udita. Reach them at @wilde_woolf on Instagram.

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