In the modest little bank account there was some backup rent in savings
And there was checking, too, and in checking there was the paycheck, because it was payday.

And in the Gmail inbox there were bills, all lined up one by one, friendly reminders:

That Comcast’s prices went up, even though the DVR box did not work for days

That cars bought just to provide transport to work must be paid for with work money

That cars must be insured by law, but, many say, not people’s health

That Sallie Mae wants her money when she wants her money.

Goodbye, paycheck. I probably should just cancel my cable, because I really just watch Stewart and Colbert.

Goodbye, paycheck. Cars are money ovens and I wish, oh I wish, everywhere had trains.

Goodbye, paycheck. At least when you pay for my car insurance you’re enabling a kind of statement about why the hell do I have to buy car insurance but half the country throws a hissy fit when we do the same thing for health insurance.

Goodbye, paycheck. I do not regret my student loans. They bought me wonderful life experiences I wouldn’t have otherwise had.

Goodbye, paycheck. I’m going to spend eight dollars of what’s left to get lunch. It is, after all, only two weeks until payday.

Goodbye, next paycheck. Rent’s due the same time you arrive.