My credit card company tried to steal $39 from me today, but I caught them and they're giving it back, which they'll do sometimes if you catch them. But you have to keep your eye out. I've written only one poem I'm immediately aware of that references credit cards, from my manuscript Belief Is Impossible. This poem and many others from the manuscript have been published in magazines but the manuscript itself has never been published:
Between corporate downsizing
and rampant part-time underpayment
a group of people wander, silent
in halls that separate them.
If I wanted to be a hermit
high in the hills above Los Angeles
sooner or later credit companies
would steal the wine from my bamboo hut.
Anybody know any other poems about credit cards? Please send one that you know of, or if you don't know of any, write one yourself and send it to me.