currency

take it—

this tiny purse:

 

hold it in your hand, feel

its woven edges, its

 

rounded corners, its

tight, shiny clasp.

 

weigh the change as it

shifts and stretches the

 

fabric. this is

the treasure:

 

this moment

 

this gold mouth

clicked open,

 

these carved coins

spent, one at a time,

 

at your own

delicious discretion.

 

but first, the ridges

rolled between fingers,

 

each cool face held up to

the lips and kissed

 

before being tossed

—heads over tails—

 

into the fountain.

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