Apr 20, 2013 16:48
I knew you once, young and towheaded
counting coins.
Coppery. like taste testing a battery.
electric in counting.
pile and stack. pile and stack.
years later, still collecting.
And then.
the jangle of calls over coins.
This is a joke. cruel. come back.
After payphones. After reason. After miles of distance.
You resemble Dad's cheekbones only in the aftermath.