Money
Money is liquid it sloshes
Between the shores of suburbia
And innerburbia
Hoovertown
Went underground
Sprang up as
Whole Foods
That place that sells
Succulents with names
Barbers who specialize
In mustache and nose
Hair control
The bookstore with the right
Books in the window
The girl behind the desk
Dreaming of taking
The meta train as far west as
It will go
She's looked it up
The last stop is called
Big Timber Road
She imagines walking
Into the woods
Undressing
Like a book broken
At the spine