wheedly bree

wheedle and bree,
he said

in the cold sun
we watched our subprime mortgage
burst into gray flames
and squealed

wheedle and bree,
he always said

old man macready
in the shed behind
costco

in the cold sun
we stood and watched as
our 401k
slit its wrists

old man macready
like a silver demon
like a withered god
like spinning shopping cart wheels
that lockup at the edge
of the parking lot

wheedle and bree
wheedle
bree