up all the money i have
to see how long i could survive
if i never
worked another day
in my life.
i go to the dryer first
for coins
and bills caught
in the lint trap, then to the couch,
lifting cushions
to see what might have
fallen in.
i shake loose all the pockets
of my clothes,
then there's the blue
bowl
on top of the refrigerator,
full of random
change.
out to the car i go,
between the seats, in the cup
holder,
a few bills tucked
away for emergencies,
finally the check book,
which i never
seem to balance, so i make
a wild guess.
i think i'm good for a few
more weeks,
at least, not counting on
inflation,
war, or some inevitable
catastrophe.
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