The Good life
When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee & bread
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a women journeying for water
From a village without a well, then
Living one or two nights
Like everyone else
On roast chicken & red wine
Tracy K. Smith b.1974
In the day and life of a New York City Hair Dresser.
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