On those days when I wake to my own complicity
urgent and hungry. I attend the Board meeting.
Knowing I have given my fate
into those navy blue suited arms
for a regular paycheck, a pat on the
back. Bind myself
to please the financial dom. The pantyhose,
a gesture powerful as accepting a collar
and chain. This flimsy token,
a symbol of my willing surrender.
Bound to the system.
One run away from homelessness
or freedom.