Conversations
Published in
Sep 13, 2021
Learn something about my personal fiancé, I mean finance. When
You sit in my living room, ramble about your greens; I will about mine.
Who has it worse? We shall compete. My stereo will play the distant chiding
of our parents’ money-talks, the ruffle of note-whips in stale bedrooms.
Iron out smaller denominations with me, lament at our marriages to
Worldly affairs. Race the roll of coins, the toss of die, the gamble of
Raindrops clinging to beat car windows. Later when you egress, I will
Rejoice at your plight. My doritos are a swindler’s worth, if luck be
My lady tonight. The hundred I gave you for a cab will double in
Tomorrow’s lunch of debt. Investments count on pride and shame,
And tears in a tête-à-tête.
