September 12, 2013:
Banknotes in bundles on your childhood floor. Green and orange and blue, Dollars and Pesos, tied with antique rubberbands, left in line like a trail to the door. The trail of your ex, flippant little charmer, disregarding money as she disregards books and time clocks and guitars. Someone will provide. Her new boyfriend, in this case, standing with her on the street, holding the car door as she bends to be seated.