carefully
aligning numbers
and words.
dots.
important dashes
that mysteriously litter
the landscape of
a personal check.
i didn't mean to rip it
in half when it arrived
in the mail. but it was
flimsy in an envelope
and practically tore itself
as i pulled
at the edges.
but tear it i did,
then cursed the heavens
as i looked for
the elmer's glue,
the blow dryer,
the razor blade.
a lamp without a shade,
as i went to
work reconstructing
the check.
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