Remember?

I have always been in debt.
And capybara social circles
dance around my silhouette.
A struggle once internal
now a grand battement.

Standing on the line with friends
all alone inside our clothes
splicing leaves onto clover stems.
Then I sit down and pop my toes,
stand up and try my luck again.

Breathe to find what I forgot.
It doesn't seem that clean to me,
tea spilling from the coffee pot.
I grab a rag and drag and sing
that misplaced song my mother taught.