The Pawn Shop

Last night I dreamed I was at the mall

In a pawn shop, buying back our belongings

It was a pathetic sight, even I knew that, at the time.

To be so poor that I longed for old menial things.

A backpack, your shirt and a hat.

I think it was Grandaddy’s, at least that was justified.

I spent money I had saved so valiantly on things that should have stayed ours.

And the man said when I called him out,

"So sweet that you miss your mom so much, you would do something so droll."

This must mean something, but it really doesn’t matter.