I think about money all the time
That I don’t have any
I measure a mobile phone call’s length
Not its content
I try to be very brief
And I start to st-st-stutter
For the first time in my life
I can’t spit out a word
I think about money
I turn it between my fingers
I hold the last coin under my tongue
So it could be put on my eyelids
Fearing that otherwise
I will be buried with my eyes wide-opened
I think about
              How expensive it will
                                                all be
I think of the zeros
                              the roundness
Of the sum of my life’s debts
I think the whole time