there is never anywhere you
can go without there being
things on your face,
they put them there to remind
you of tax day.
truth is, we live in a
glass bubble and are all
slaves to the things they
put on our faces.
little
pieces of
paper
with ones
or tens
or twenties
on them.
and if you ever stop thinking
about them once you’ll be crazy
or homeless.
or goddamn both.