My mom gets her nails done,
because she's fallen into the
pattern of making dinner for my
fucking dad, every fucking
night.
And I find validation-- (in this life of mine)-- with mom and dad
by smushing my thumb into a penny
and seeing if I could leave a fingerprint.
But I can't.
So I fling all my spare change
into a Coinstar. And it takes its
fucking cut.
And by September,
I'll be joining the fucking Circus,
and falling in love with a fucking fool.
But only if I can get enough fucking pennies.
-sonja lynn mata
