I Look Good in Debt
Sara Burge
I didn't pay the bills again.
The calls are crowding,
collecting again.
Didn’t translate the car's sounds.
Didn't smell the roof cracking.
Didn't hear the basement's black water creep in,
so my skin buds mildew. My clothes green
and stink. Fear threatens,
debt backhands
but I ignore their bad manners,
ignore till paralysis
seizes fingers, jawbone, till my legs
halt their kicking,
my soft parts pinken
till I lie down and wonder
which tunnel leads out.
If there's wheat in the fields.
If dollars might breed
if I lay them together
and turn on some Prince.
If a haircut could help me.
If a workout would save me.
If wonder itself
costs an arm and a leg.