he was a little higher up.
she was a little underneath.
but it was friday,
and the tellers
had been very busy
up until closing time.
but the exchange rate
after hours under the cameras –
indeed gave new meaning
to a highly activated account
of poignant interest.
the bank president
laid the secretary on the desk
for the final transaction of the day.
it definitely was a direct deposit.
I hope I’m supposed to laugh because I am. I LOVE this…
hi jenn….i’m glad that it got a laugh out of you. it is funny. it does have implications of which i’m very familiar with.
I like the humor here, but I also couldn’t help reading a bit of a theme of dominance, which is established from the start, and then ends with the he doing all the action, and the secretary seeming to be just an object. It’s very clever, too.
hi dark….i’m glad that you liked this piece. i would have gotten to you sooner, but i was at a reading tonight and spewed a couple. as to the dominance, that is purely co-incidental. he just happened to be the president of the bank. it’s actually based off a real event. i use it for my own angle. thanx for you comment here.
That’s what so great about poetry: We all read our own experiences into it, even when the author knows it’s only coincidence. It’s terrific writing!