i found a dollar

in my pocket and a letter in the mailbox

though these two discoveries seem quite customary,
they are fantastically exciting to me.
A check for twenty seven from a soothing sister &
A dollar in a pocket I didn't expect to be there

The check was wrapped in paper
ripped right from a journal
written on in black ink
with a poem just in time
(a poem for the troubled mind)

she has given me her morning shift
to treat the pets and feed myself

"money is a fictitious stress"
money does not support us, people do.

and it's good to be reminded of this sometimes
(and also to find a measly dollar in a forgotten pocket
to prompt a: "hey, i lived without that dollar for a while
without even knowing it. is it really that important?)

So I magneted the letter up on the fridge
and tacked the check above my desk.