crisis

from The Non-Affair. giving up

then my scream tears the silence
of your grey overcoat
and it echoes off your cheek,
but I can't get the note.
while my bangs pierce the twilight
and the lake and the trees
the scream finally falls on
those classics' decrees:
"your self is your wealth."
but I'm always broke
and your wallet's empty, so I'm giving up hope.