The lost bill

Opened its jaws
and no air came in or out.
Little by little,
all you can hear
are the yawns of your arteries

and her harping about how she needs
more
money to pay

what the hell happened to all that I gave you
yesterýesterday?

There is heavy something
behind my face
between the ears

colors, numberings,
denominations
every bill is the same damn thing

the cashier laughs

and my brain is still swimmimng underwater
in a silent pool

she berates you for not being responsible with your money

as she opens your wallet
sucks on more bills
and off goes another chance of surviving to the last week of the month

keeps on nagging
even as she buys an impossible caffeinated drink
with what could-and should-
have been
your bus fares for the next week.