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.