Returns
drills pump oil sucked out of the ground
refined in Alabama from the Persian Gulf
plastic to China sold to America
red shipping container and a see-through box
sold me at midnight in my lonely life
played it twice it don’t turn on my mind
customer care in Philippines girl from slums with a dream
one day run a department right out of poverty
help me with a label wants to make sure
I’m taken care of sincerely sure
get on a bus that goes to the train
get off on the stop at Eighty-Sixth Street
take an elevator to a hidden mezzanine
wait in line behind instagram queens
return that plastic disc smile from the chick
twenty dollars an hour scanning the phone on my wrist
happy knowing it’s going to a drop-off point
buried again in the ground from whence it came
I feel a sense of return
mama natureza one day reclaiming the earth