enormous bundles of green,
more than you'll ever need.
suddenly it's in every drawer,
in every pocket.
there is money in the toilet,
in the oven, in the ice-box.
it is piled up in your yard
like leaves. you take your wife
and hold her in your arms,
you squeeze her.
money comes out of her mouth.
neighbors press their faces
against your windows.
the phone gets hot in your hand.
the door bell plays on.
relatives parachute in out of
nowhere. they drop from the sky
with smiles on their faces,
fruit cakes clutched
in their trembling hands.
the sick rise and come forward.
even the mailman winks
as he brings you word from afar.
you imagine burning money.
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