We can’t say anything need the numbers need
the blue paper that represents green
paper that represents the field of poplars bi-monthly
to buy things DVDs DVRs RVs numbers
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