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Gross income sheets;
This language is all new to me.
You divulge the very thing
That plagues you,
That you deny.
I glimpsed it today
When we shuffled through
The financial aid papers;
Questions trussed you up,
Parent in chains,
All laid out
For me to see,
The flesh and bones and jingling.
And I couldn't judge you less,
Couldn't love you more,
When your eyes grow ashes
Today.

For all our charades of
Money doesn't matter,
For dollar bills on the floor
Of my room, a president
Facedown, that I couldn't
Care less about paper bits –
But I could, but I can,
For you and yours –
I'll pay you
In gold letters;
My motives pure,
My pockets empty.
We are the same.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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