Poem

Gavin came into my office this afternoon
I was crunching numbers

boring work, numbers don’t change

He asked if he could draw on a T-Account
that I had written onto a white piece of paper

Debit/Credit
who cares it never ends either way

So Gavin drew a Venom face
Peering eyes, large teeth

Bye Dad
and out he ran into the hallway and then downstairs

I remembered rocks in my brain and how the wind sounds
when it cares and I care much about Gavin and his wisdom

And I care much about my nucleus. My family.

And I realized,

America isn’t as weak as people think.

-M. Taggart