August, I am taking her.
You’ll stay alone in Chile with your hemisexuals.
No longer she remains working here with you guys,
you gave her no voice. No more bosses.
Thenceforth, no more office desk.
We are leaving before you arrive.
We won’t even see you arrive.
We won’t bother you
& there is a good reason to leave from NYC to DC
August, first of all, don’t be an asshole, give her deposit back
double check; from the beginning she paid the last month’s rent,
and you’ll have to come over the apartment anyways
to fix the few holes made by nails —the hammer, cover the walls
with white paint bucket, bring your tools or fools
like minimal artists staring at nothing, empty space
from the inside, —gentrifiers, empty souls of landlords.
August, I am taking her. We’ll be happy near the U.S. Capitol.