to my name

i have seven dollars
one half pound of coffee-
ground for french press
one bag of pink lady apples-
out of season
bleeding gums
and a headache...
to my name.

i walk to the the store
in the rain
purchase one bottle of
cheap.
red.
wine.
to help me finish this poem

now i have two dollars
one half pound of coffee-
ground for french press
one bag of pink lady apples-
out of season
bleeding gums

purple teeth

and a wino's grin...
to my name.