Finally, a poem by Selma Ann Forrester!

No Reception Here / I wave my black phone / In the air like a flare / Like a prayer / But No Reception /

I read on the internet / Baby face boy / Billionaire /

Phone app sold / Made more money in one day / Than my family / Over 100 generations /

More than my whole world ever has / World where house-buying jobs / Became rent-paying jobs / become living with family jobs /

Boy Billionaires /

Money is access / Access to politicians / waiting for us to die lead in our water alcohol and painkillers

replace my job with an app

replace my dreams

of a house

and a yard

with a couch

and a roommate

"the future is yours"

forced 24-7

entreprenure

I JUST WANT A PAY CHECK.

AND MY OWN LIFE.

I'M ON THE COUCH.

IN THE BASEMENT.

THEY'RE IN THE HOUSE.

AND THE YARD.

some night, soon.

I will catch a bus /

out to the west coast /

and burn their silicon city to the ground.