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.