Worthless

i stole beer money from my mom

after i moved back in

at 33

Home was the next best place
from the crazy farm
or homeless
shelter

i could stay out all night
and drink beer

and say so-long to mom & dad before they died
and love them a little more
because all the honorable americans left their parents long ago

i stole Sacajawea’s from mom, a roll of ’em, rare issue,
drank till the sun rose and the moon fell again

i got married and moved my pregnant wife to the mountains

she is back at our cold rental
and i haven’t smoked in five months but i’m smoking right now

as the fire burns i finish my beer and my fun goes with the smoke

during a christmas visit, mom asks what my spare coin is,
fool’s gold with the face of an Indian,
mom who’s lost her
mind
i
love

it’s a Sacajawea, mom, it’s worth a dollar