good luck in all your future endeavors, types the middle manager
chewing on a slim jim. back at home we’re rinsing off the isms. it’s
the wknd, and the middle class are out volunteering for the one
percent. we grow free w/out them, though they keep calling. feel
them push monday into sunday, friday into saturday. one percent
of one smidgen of a dead cockroach’s heart casts its vote, finally,
for the middle class. can freedom be a pigeon? if it kicks you the
right way. if it spits on your shoe and laughs in your face. if in your
neighbor’s face you look long enough to lose your mask, and you
feel it fly away, feel it shit on a boss—any boss—then yes.
Ryan Eckes is a poet who lives in South Philadelphia. His books include Valu-Plus and Old News (Furniture Press 2014, 2011). You can read some of his poems in Tripwire, The Brooklyn Rail, Slow Poetry in America Newsletter, Supplement, Public Pool, Whirlwind and on his blog. He is the recipient of a 2016 Pew Fellowship in the Arts.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan