coveting plastic representations of currency,
fondling their misconstrued conceptions of wealth,
feeling up their change while staying the same --
"i have a lot of borrowed time,
i'm living life by your proverbial coat-tails,
hanging on for my dear, confused existence."
i smile, knowing the futility
of handling wallets in such a way.
i finger the coin casket in my back pocket
it's still there, so i'm okay (alright).
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