The Selfish Gene by Joan Latchford

She could feed
some child for a week
with the price of a Starbucks—
meets a friend over a latte
so she doesn’t have to wash
the kitchen floor.

He doesn’t feel
the loss of his neighbour’s job
outsourced to Bangalore—
but resents the accented voice
that renders his God-given Palm support
incomprehensible.

A news junkie
I pride myself on being informed
voyeuse of every disaster—
can’t spare
the price of a newspaper
for relief to Darfur.

From: Renaissance Conspiracy: Poetry Anthology, 2004, Micro Prose: Toronto, p. 31.
(https://archive.org/details/renaissanceconsp0000unse/)

Date: 2004

By: Joan Latchford (1926- )

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