A woman I know likes to wait in bank lines.

She wears a floral dress and smiles.

She likes the stale air and the sound of dry pens scratching cheap paper and when the bank man tells the mother of three there’s no more money for her.

She likes to go to the bank man’s home and sit in his bushes.

She wears a floral dress and smiles.

She likes the thick summer air and the way the rusty swing set squeals and when the bank man’s wife cries after the cold dinner and the yelling.

She likes to lay in the bank man’s spare room while the bank man and the bank man’s wife try to have a child again and again and again and again and she wears a floral dress and smiles.

She likes the air conditioning and the short sharp breathes and when the bank man thinks about the beautiful woman in the floral dress who smiles so pretty from the bank line.

It is our dedication which will bring us to our
Salvation.