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In the eighth grade,
he must have pegged me as
the one to watch,
he cornered me
on the way out of class
to find out what I’d gotten on my test
(only math; he only cared
about math).
He needn’t have fretted
being he’s a high-speed train
on its way to the billionaire mark,
mowing down everything,
everyone, in his way, and I
keep my head above water.
When people objected
to his company price-gouging
on a simple medication
that keeps people from dying
of bee-stings, he said they
could go fuck themselves,
raising both middle fingers
like a wild west double-shooter.
It was a Catholic school.
He never asked me
what I got
on the religion tests.
Copyright 2017 Ellen McGrath Smith
Ellen McGrath Smith is the author of Nobody’s Jackknife published by West End Press.
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