calculators in our dreams IRAs press down on our
            401K roofs the click click click of numbers
      in our dreams not a bird pecking for bird seeds
                  but pecking for 401Ks even the birds

can’t remember when the sky wasn’t stippled green
            even my father who can’t remember much
      remembers there are passwords but he can’t
                  remember his passwords can’t get past

his words can’t figure out what the pass is for can’t
            access his accounts can’t remember
      ass-kissing for his large accounts can’t account
                  for himself can no longer count

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