Online Romance Hey Abraham
Hey Abraham, do you remember when I'd count you all out,
put Scotch tape on the ends, then stack you in piles
which trickled up in tiny triangles? I had a whole pile
of penny rolls which I collected in Georgia, a state so
lacking in tolls. You claimed 'no contest' between the
Go-Gos and the Bangles. Then one day she checked out the
rates; I packed it all up and left across the States.
When I was assembling all my things, those coins had to
come with us. I'd had little time to count the rest. I'd
covered a quarter of them at best but I figured I'd deal
with that in the Pacific Time Zone. Sadly, we
inadvertently smashed that penny jar which rode in the
trunk of her grandmother's car, and it wasn't 'til we
arrived that I got a replacement. I thought of nothing
through Devil's Pass, New Mexico, but that trunk full of
glass, with all of the coins that had fallen away unseen
quietly rambling like tambourines. And she said, 'That's
so neurotic...no, that's just impatience,' but I was left
with the forethought of when I'd delicately pick up the
shards. Those pennies are gone, they've long been spent,
lost in the couch or fallen through the vent. And it's
funny, that sure makes a real good point about savings:
save twenty-three rolls for twenty-three years; that's
$264.50 and some tears for all of the hours you gathered
just for the anticlimax of the deposit. I don't know what
you're living for I don't even know you ever since the
day I spent you on a little tiny piece of the first
month's rent.
