the cardiogram & the bank account

hanging on his shoulder

she’s waiting for the heart to go

she’s waiting for that final fall

so she can be off to Acapulco

her lips are full & natural

her body makes the covers of the magazines

the only things she’s missing

is his bank account ID---

she makes the physical as rough as possible

to exert him to the max

she goes for runs with him in the morning

in hopes of that heart attack &

the coke they do at night

won’t shut her body down,

but every time he survives the rush

she goes to bed with a silent frown

but one day its gonna happen &

then all her friends will agree

when you sleep with money long enough

it will pay you for your beauty.