Not paid up.

Not paid up

My account to you is covered in red
and I left the tab open too.
Unsigned and crumpled,
the checks cover my desk-top,
unsent.
I opened my window,
and they scattered across the room,
and beyond it.
The breeze was cooler than it has been
and fresh, so I pulled on my jacket.
The sidewalk was littered with wet paper,
which stuck to the soles of my boots as I walked,
hips swinging,
off to see you anyway.