Tomorrow I will begin set in ink
By grass. To sleep as if I had been drawn
There in the field of clover. A homeless
Man hung over with his belongings tied
Into a red handkerchief hung at the
End of a stick traveling alongside
My curly haired mutt. Have they seen her legs?
Hair dirty and knotted, choked with burrs. Her
Underside dripping with fatted ticks
Suckling on her teats like so many of
The unconscious biases that the left
Have about the nature of the evil
Capitalist system. On genius and
Who they think I am by the way I look.
Just my luck. There was a bank error in my favor. The ATM screen stared back at me through the driver side window. There was no way we had that much money in our account. We had been out to dinner. Then, to the store to get groceries and diapers. And the last minute addition of cigarettes. No wonder she had a fit when I mentioned going through the one short line. We had to go through the longest line in Mississippi. The God damn tobacco line. The “I ain’t got enough money to feed my own kids but I’m sure as hell going to fill my lungs with tar” line.
My wife is here looking over my shoulder from the passenger seat. I know she sees the bank balance. She is gonna go fucking crazy with this money that we don’t really have. Real life is not like that fucking Monopoly game. When the bank fucks up, they take that money back. On their terms and not yours. If you don’t have enough money in your account when they notice, they will put your account in the negative and charge your ass an overdraft fee.
I may guilt her into not spending it before we make it back home, but she’ll be back in town with my bank card just as soon as I get to sleep. Maybe life is like Monopoly. You just keep spending until everybody is fucking bankrupt.