I keep my tiny money in a big bank,And I know there are people raving in the streets.
The big banks are greedy and evil.
They are ruining everything from balconies with monocles and cigars.
But I'm in love with the bank teller.
She is a young black girl that wears her hair like my grandmother did in the '60's.
Short in the back with an elegant, voluminous s w o o p on top.
She has a scar on her chest that I always think is a tiger's eye pendant.
And I stare at it unabashedly at first then raise my gaze apologetically to hers.
Her eyes are quiet, kind, and sad.
When she calls me by name I can feel my tongue filling up my mouth.
And the big banks of the world are ridiculous.
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