It’s theoretical, really.

I mean, who carries

Around actual cash


Anymore? So, it’s all

On a computer somewhere,

This record of student


Loans, credit cards,

And mortgages. Waiting

To be hacked. Why


Doesn’t anyone steal

Debt the way

They reach into our


Bank accounts and purchase

Flat screen TVs at Walmart

Or Hawaiian vacations


And Charo? No, the tab

waits – the unclaimed

Date on,


The status update with no

Likes or shares. When

I logon to check,


The balance is always

There, blinking and

Reminding; a virtual


Anchor holding us back.


This is Poem #13 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. Feel free to critique.