Other than the lost five-dollar bill
tucked away in a lint-filled savings account
a hoodie
hiding in the back of my closet 

I rarely handle physical money these days
I use my phone

To click, click 
Face scan 
Wallet activated 
Hold near reader 
Approved

I reload with another point and click
drop-down
submit

More credits at my disposal
Where they come from
Where they go

No one knows

The cloud maybe?
The fluffy grey weather manipulations
Dissipated 

Imagine
Me
Shapeless

At the gates
waiting
for my password reset email

Ironic then I can’t buy my way into heaven
being that all my riches are stored up there
Adjacent
to thoughts and prayers 

Sent up
For that one friend from high school 
whom I knew
kinda

His Facebook was flooded with
Miss yous
And
Gones but never forgottens 

Several years have elapsed
Fading condolences into the land of

Remember so and so?
Forgotten

Say his name, their names 
and pose next to cracking mural paint
defaced

In honor of a black life that mattered
once
upon a time 

Freedom fairy tale
platitudes rarely placate 
the vacated space 
now occupied by hatred

Sick imaginations

The emperor’s new clothes 
don’t cover the holes
of truths lay bare

in the open
naked

Legislation passed by asses
I didn’t vote for 

Maybe because I was skeptical
does my ballot even count?
am I a patriot?

Fuck the government!

Turns to tax evasion 

Meanwhile 
AI renderings of skyscrapers 
built atop
renovated wastelands

The sign above the plush plaza 
“Trump Gaza”

We were here first!
borders
evaporated 
and redrawn as if one’s homeland is 
a figment of imagination

Where do we belong?

Where does the soul go after the body burns?

Do internal scars heal? 

After the wound ceases to bleed
aren’t we a wee
too old for games of make believe? 

When did we lose the right to return
to real.