bills
to the bank
and ask them
to change it into big bills.
i'm tired of stacking
them all into a cardboard
box and hiding it
every time the maid comes to clean.
twenties or larger, the clerk says,
staring at the bills.
are you a drug dealer, she asks me.
no. i don't even take
aspirin, i tell her.
i just somehow over the years
have all these single one
dollar bills. it's crazy i know.
can you break it down into
fifties, and hundreds?
i need to talk to my manager
about this, she says,
leaning over to push a button
below the counter,
and then a squad car
pulls up out front with the party
lights on.
1 comment:
You could say you saved the money from not buying women flowers. (Madge or Midge or whoever it was that Jimmy didn't want to take out.)
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