Pocketses

Pocketses, Phocketses

The first is real

The second wishes to be

Thank you for giving my hand a place to hide

And a place to sweat

A place where I can pretend that

Something more important is happening

Than out here in the real world

A place where my change feels safe

Too safe that they start to hide

A place with a million more corners

Than one straight seam can logically provide

A place that makes me happy when I am down

By giving me abandoned money

A place with more honesty

than my checking account.