in countries other than the US the different denominations
are different sizes and colors, but don’t know if any places
go up to vermillion. ones the color of onions,
fives silvery like fish, tens fluorescent as tennis balls

unlike mick jagger’s girl I don’t come in colors.
when the day’s pants and shirt are the same hue
I change one. Would be handy to have a shirt
that was a different color inside out. Transparent pants
would put too much pressure on what’s beneath them
neither white nor tight

these days I buy new clothes where I bought the current ones
so no need or chance to try on ahead, unless the sizes
shrink or I expand. despite all this talk of inflation,
my wallet never grows

the government’s mandating me a national debt card
and cancelling the rest of my plastic. my ID looks less
and less like me the further I get from home;
far enough away, I won’t know my own voice,
asking in a new language for I’m not sure what