03/18/20 LB
You thought you knew what it meant
to live like this
below the light
when the weather changes;
you thought you knew
what it was like
to be hungry with gold.
You traded memories
for credit
and accepted an uneven return.
You took to living by the astrology of naked light
when the weather was with you.
Is it a gift, or the fog–
they just won’t tell us.
What is cash-money, but a neglected promise
and the name of a dog…?