Cents of Self
You, me, Together; apart. Pale eyes, Eyes wide, Too shocked to count nickels.
Back turned away. I always falter, When your back's turned away.
In sidewalk cracks, We break Our hearts.
We slip between, The walls of self-deprecation.
Under water, Pocket change floats.
Head rises above the surface Of indignation.
Us; Warding each other away from Quarters and pennies. Always away from change












