A Call for Wallet Silence

i really like
the idea that
i can breathe
all on my own
big, big girl
no assistance needed
but then there's my wallet
screaming obscenities
discouraging and ravaging
great plans for modifications of my skin
and a soft bed to sleep in
but i stop it short
so its yells are choked
shut the
(because i'm not a)
fuck up
let me sleep
let me read
because i'm actually enjoying
plato and his
socratic heresay slash worship
and the ideal city
where the gods are only human
and so should be censored
because sometimes
the high and the holy
set an example
we don't want for our children
and so
i'll live off of hot dogs
(that is, fresh ground-up mysteries)
and locally grown,
and of course organic
eighty-nine tiny cents per pound
paula red apples
and i'll learn about corpses
and rates of decomposition
russian mail-order victims
and the brides of juarez
seven different utopias
and the women within them
political thinking,
st. augustine in a
theoretical fist-fight
with senor rousseau
fractions, equations
high school repeating
and sun salutations
lead by a flexible psycho