My Day

I suppose money grows on trees
technically, it does, that is
Usually though, we're short of money...
Except on payday- joyous payday
when Kevin gets paid.

Walking down the street is a glorious new thing
with money burning in your pocket
glowing bright green
or the slide of the credit card, cool in your hand
as you pay for things you've wished you had
the glow of spending is as good as the thing
in your shopping bag.

Today I spent spent spent
I went mad at the 99 cent store
a bloodbath of money poured from my pockets.

a wicker basket to hold fruit
two little plastic pots
and household staples
a weeks worth of groceries
a glut of fruit, enough for a colony of flies to feast on
and fall back drunk
so many raspberries
Gala apples, Driscoll strawberries glowing red as rubies
Bosc pears in subtle glory
waiting for ivory teeth
to sink into their crisp juicy flesh.

I bought and bought and bought
and we lugged the things home
We cleaned out our pockets and we cleaned out the house
But the house gleams now
The things in place
And every day our apartment seems more ours
I push the dark thoughts away and it's not hard
because finally, finally
I have a home.



Ps... having a bit of money to spend doesn't hurt either xD