Agency Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She's the one who picks you up from the dirt, straightens your clothing, brushes away the dirt, and tells you walk on by those who shoved you in the dirt to begin with

She's the one who urged you to do something, prodded you to do it then is sitting in the front row clapping because you did this thing and succeeded at it

But for now we sit on either side of an electrified hope fence
At the end of the evening, she gives me a goodnight handshake (her grip is very firm)
Her silent faith is an efficient Kevlar
Each hoping the other has the backing of the current agency

Our agency gentrified two people meeting for coffee
Dressed them up like movie stars and followed them around like paparazzi
Instagrammed their togetherness into choreographed media events

She's a pioneer of sorts, mapping the outline of him no else has discovered
She dug a trench between herself and jealousy
In notes and cards are scrawled positive sounding non-sequiters
The outline of him was filled in by what she thought was good and what she thought she wanted