It's October 1st. Did You Pay Your Mortgage Bill Today? Poem by Jena Crowe

I still write checks.
My friend Clarissa snorts when I'm at the check-out.
She likes to toss that nasty gum in that pink circular container
that looks like birth control pills for barbie
into my stash of pickles, crunchy corn bran and flax seed-

Sometimes I put the flaxseed back if I feel guilty
for spending too much
and I have her run to aisle whatever
and get some maple and brown sugar pop tarts.

So when I write checks
I like to put 'yeah, I still write checks'
in the 'memo'
at the bottom.
That, or 'don't cash this until the 15th'
because I'm usually poor no matter what day it is.
And if I say the 15th, at least I know I have some time
to sleep at night without popping Xanax.

I named my cat Xanax.
Yeah, I have a cat.
I put that in the 'memo' at the bottom of checks too,
only when I have to write one to my creepy Landlord
who hates animals and checks.
And mine usually bounce which I tell him is a good thing,
because they are happy!

So, I'm living in my parents basement still.