Vietnam War Hell and the Wells Fargo Bank Teller
Twenty years ago when I moved to California
I went to Wells Fargo to open a bank account
The teller was young, beautiful, Vietnamese
My first thought was
“You know, I might have fucked your mama”
My second thought was
“You know, I might have killed your mama”
I took my receipt
And threw up on the sidewalk
And you wonder why I have trouble sleeping?
You wonder why I broke the lamp and punched a hole in the wall?
You wonder why road rage makes me feel so good?
My body came back but not my mind
And I will always be ten thousand miles away
Excerpted from the upcoming book Love and War: My First Thirty Years of Writing by Lee Ballinger. If you would like to make a comment or to be notified when the book is published, please email [email protected] or go his Lee Ballinger Facebook page.