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She asks her boss
for a raise and she takes
money out of the bank and
the bank is a bench in venice,
the crowds around are whispering when
she gets close, they know that globalization
is coming and the plague is coming. They say
in each other’s ears things in a distant
latin tongue and she can see in their eyes
that they become gods of
a an age best explained by a half smile
on a feminine skull.