As published in Citizen 32
The fridge is empty. I dream whole meals—
Turkey
Ham
Baked Potatoes.
Wednesday is food bank day
Rice and Beans for supper,
Peanut Butter Sandwiches every lunch.
I never ate Peanut Butter until last week.
All my pennies are in sandwich bags
weigh down my pockets on the way to
change them into quarters : enough cash
for one load of twice worn clothes
Under my coat, I wear a wrinkled work shirt,
walk 30 blocks each way to make rent and bills
passed long-lawned mansions with 2 cars on the drive
and imagine what it would be like to be rich.
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