A man far smarter than me
once said, “Show me your budget
and I’ll show you what you value.”
God, it seems,
might want the receipts,
might care the way we prioritize
Apple, Fendi, Wave Runner,
as if they were air, food, water.
Taking stock of one’s life
means I confess I care more
about twelve inches of screen size
than saving a dozen families from malaria.
What reimbursement should I expect on that?