Emotions are given shape on a worried little screen,
compounding interest.
And the debt is rendered in remembered currency,
holes filled with endless tinkering,
tactile meanderings, at ten bucks a pop.

A digital agency collects shoe payments –
ALL SALES R FINAL –
In modern false laughter,
as honest as the source understands,
the sins are forgiven, the transaction processed,
and the check is caaaaashed, baby.

In lost words they communicate the facts,
leaving space to connect the dots
until the one that speaks to them in basement corners,
in black strokes staring indifferently through them,
is embrace and called Truth.