Two Poems by Brendan Joyce
How Much Can a Banana Cost?
A price, such as a rent or wage, that remains
fixed, recurring and agreed on for a long
period of time eventually becomes a ghost.
The agreed upon amount no longer exists in any
real way even as your boss still pays the number.
The number is no longer the same. Each time you pay
your landlord the number, the number invisibly
changes, becomes less the number you stated
when you started paying. Just stating your wage,
after a year or two, becomes a kind of nostalgia,
a lie you tell yourself about the distance
between yourself and the past. Worse,
the number becomes a lie the market
tells you about the distance between
yourself and the past. Worse, the real
marker between yourself and the past;
the dead; have no mention in this equation,
just the infinitesimal and invisibly mounting
lied about number. The best part; eventually
you cannot understand any number in the world,
because your frame of reference for the cost of
an hour or a day or fifteen hundred square feet is twenty
years ago, two thousand miles away, and one day
you find yourself ...


