I’m cashing in my pennies.
They weigh about as much as
A single heaved breath.
The rickety kind of sigh
That leaves a shadow of dew
On the windows of every room
I’ve ever inhabited.
And when you scrape away the copper,
You’ll find glittering pools of ocean tide
And it will match perfectly to my eyes –
They will be the perfect depth to drown in,
A dark water mystery to lose yourself in.
So dive deep into my pocket,
My piggybank of pennies.
I’ve been collecting them
Since before I could speak,
Plucking them directly out of
The shine of strangers
And friends and loved ones.
I’m just a burnt out magic trick
Starved for wreckage
And unspent coinage.
