Tuesday, March 31, 2020

CURRENCY by Tim Suermondt


My father never made much money,
never mind rich. His dream of owning
a saloon died many times.

He just didn’t understand
that anyone who always railed
against “the big shots”
for “screwing the little guy”
didn’t stand a chance.

I’d like to think that wherever
he is now, his stock portfolio
is rising everyday, profits coming in

faster than shooting stars—
and that, of course,
as I could have told him,
he’ll try to give all his money away.






Tim Suermondt is the author of five full-length collections of poems, the latest JOSEPHINE BAKER SWIMMING POOL  from MadHat Press, 2019. He has published in Poetry, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Stand Magazine, december magazine, Galway Review and Plume, among many others. He lives in Cambridge (MA) with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.

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