I imagine us
collecting affections
like loose change
bits hidden everywhere
in couch cushions,
in strong, stitched
seams
pennies hoarded
in an old sweet
jar
cluttered coppers
at the bottom of
coffee cups
we count,
meaningless amounts
building neat piles
of insignificant coins
until they become
our fortune
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
I imagine us
collecting affections
like loose change
bits hidden everywhere
in couch cushions,
in strong, stitched
seams
pennies hoarded
in an old sweet
jar
cluttered coppers
at the bottom of
coffee cups
we count,
meaningless amounts
building neat piles
of insignificant coins
until they become
our fortune
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