Lately my head has been down
constantly working my 9 to 5
in the footsteps of my father’s shadow.
I have not much interaction with my family
since I flew across states to see them all
at the funeral.
Social media posts aren’t as frequent
when bills are burning holes in my wallet,
being burned until there’s even holes in my wallet pocket.
We’re not living check to check,
but we’re still living with
our parents checking with our finances
ever so often,
but my head is down,
and we’re good with our bills
until they come back around
in the form of Friday’s Deebo
as we’re sitting on the porch of our income
eating our ramen,
and limiting fun excursions and explorations
to only one outing a week.
My head is down,
but I’m cooking up a proper life
full of peaceful seasons,
healthy fruits and vegetables,
and tree leaves we call money,
for our love epic to sustain forever.
My head is down
reading and learning
how to perfect my writing craft,
and it’s coming up slowly
to present new world findings.