loose change I
you tell me you love my smile
as i count out your change that you let fall through your fingers
into the tip jar.
i’ve been trudging through the long hours until
i can climb back into my car and into myself
and i can’t decide if the compliment makes me happy
i can’t decide if it’s you or me i’m fooling.
loose change II
i notice a penny that’s fallen to the floor by the register,
slipped out of reach during the lunch rush,
abandoned until the still, warm, lazy afternoon of
parties of two
i lean down to pick it up but
i make sure no one is watching, then quickly flip it over and walk away.