I still remember
the first clothes
I bought for myself
at sixteen
catching the bus to
the city
a silken shirt
olive green with cap
sleeves and a soft rolled collar
cream pants with
pleats
poetry paid for them
I'd had a good run
in the under eighteens
it still pays about
the same
writing has never
been indexed to inflation
and now those
winnings would barely cover the bus fare
and a coffee
my last highly
commended
made me fifty bucks
which
now that I think
about it
they never even sent
me
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