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M.A. Istvan Jr<br />
L. A. Transactus<br />
We pulled up to the teller<br />
at the L. A. bank of corpses,<br />
my wife rolling down her window<br />
to the pane of safety glass.<br />
Blue vistas, the speaker crackled<br />
from script, is sorry for your loss.<br />
From the passenger seat, I strained<br />
to meet the tellers eyes, but<br />
he looked down when speaking<br />
and then was busy with those<br />
transacting at the remote lane—those<br />
merelysigning the guest sheet<br />
and air-tubing it back to him.<br />
The automated door unfoldedstark<br />
against the soothing lullaby tinkle.<br />
My wife reached for the guest sheet<br />
with no hesitation, as if<br />
it were just some deposit pouch.<br />
Still not looking, the teller told us<br />
to take as much time as we needed.<br />
As soon as the melody cut back in<br />
from the intercom override,<br />
my old friend rose, Nosferatu-style.<br />
I leaned over my wife. I strained.<br />
But that was not much help to see.<br />
Do let us know when youre ready,<br />
the teller said, all to trigger, it seemed,<br />
that drive-through anxiety to hurry up—<br />
anxiety that such polite words,<br />
taken literally, should allay. Were—.<br />
Were still looking, said my wife<br />
at me. Take your time, the response.<br />
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