Yellow J Poem by Leo Victor Briones

Yellow J

That’s all right,
naughty little journalist
you ran late to work⎯ missed
the deadline⎯ lost
your ballpoint, laptop, and pride.

that’s all right,
you just smile that wire-tied grin,
need snippers to snap your strain.

that’s all right,
there was a great accident
beside the strawberry patch⎯
no deaths but lots of blood.

that’s all right,
you got your story in⎯ fantastic
front page coverage, career jump headline!

So now you smirk⎯ fantasizing
about a Pulitzer and Hearst incorporation

not today but soon.