The Boss Tells Me

A new poem

by Victoria Chang
The boss tells me of the billionaire who likes me
            who likes my work again this year
      this year I am safe for another year I can stand by
                  for another year I can align

myself with the bystanders who have different
            standards for another year I can mortgage my heart
      in monthly installments for another year I can fill
                  my garage with scooters and things

with motors like Mona at the end of the hall with
            her loan and home and college bills who never
      sees anything in the office never seems to hear
                  anything in the office but her own

heartbeat her own term sheet for another year
            when asked about Mary or Tom or Larry I too
      can say I never saw anything never saw the boss
                  wind them up and point them towards the

edge of the roof before Mary went over the
            edge I threw down a pillow in the shape of a
      pet and hoped it landed under her I didn’t stay long
                  enough to see what happened

Victoria Chang’s third book, The Boss, is forthcoming from the McSweeney’s Poetry Series. Her other books are Salvinia Molesta and Circle. She lives and works in Southern California.

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