Every month I send PG&E a poem. This month I sent them this one.Even though Nala always Won
by Jack Morgan
Bartenders sick and broken
pacing in their cages
tawny leather long necks
looking over mountains
like mountain lions,
but they’re in the zoos.
The zoos where
things are
almost safe
and almost like
what you’ve always wanted:
Just enough
Money between hands.
Fingertips touch in small moments.
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