We dance in the dark,
forget the anger of what we blame
on the day.
—Frank O’Hara
and i keep counting pennies. hoping for
what? perhaps a couple of reese’s white
chocolate peanut butter cups? i’m not
sure, and i won’t get all wrapped up in
those kinds of thoughts. but i do continue
to count. placing them in front of the oven
that joshua left in stacks of twenties. twenty
pennies to a stack. i carefully take out the
canadian ones and anything else that doesn’t
look like a normal united states penny, even
though they are now extinct, to be made no
more. i wonder who else is doing the same
thing as me right now, somewhere in this god
forsaken country, in the middle of this very night.
