It’s 2019
and I’m so rich
I don’t hurt anymore
I have an unlimited metrocard
and the new romper from everlane
and some really nice ravioli
I ate the ravioli
last night
each bite costs $5
I sent a tweet about
political correctness and
tried not to act vain
If anyone’s out there
do I really have to keep doing this?
I found myself
in a different life
a world where
you never got up
and went to work
before me
where you retired
before you got sick
where you forgave
your dad on time
and could finally take
us all on spring break
Here, take one million dollars
or fuck it
take it all
my friend tweets back
something about
what to do when
you’re six figures in debt
and maybe now that
I’m rich my credit line
will increase and
I’ll wake up feeling
healthy with a clear spine
and drink
an avocado smoothie
from a metal straw
like Kourtney Kardashian
did that time in her makeup tutorial
People won’t say
that I’m too sad or
that I have too much vocal fry
no one says that to a rich person
and now I’ll
finally answer
when you call
somewhere above this
serene and withholding
I’ll act like nothing happened
I promise
and let you hold me
for the amount of time
a rich person lets themselves
be held
I imagine only
a few minutes
and I will not vote for Bernie Sanders
and I won’t be socialist anymore, no point.
