i used to ask her,
where all her money went.
she made
more than i did.
a lot more,
but she was always dirt
poor.
borrowing from me.
what do you do with all
your money,
i asked her.
she sighed and said,
you don't know what it's
like to be a girl.
there's the beauty parlor.
nails,
clothes,
perfumes and make up.
the gym.
shoes.
the tanning booth,
the aesthetician.
the horse i rent on weekends.
yogurt.
wine. lots of red wine.
greeting cards.
laxatives
and therapy.
i put it all on my credit
cards,
and then there's interest
and the late fees.
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