POEM: THE MINT

She spun me
‘Till I was lighter
than a couple cents

She apologized and I said,

“No one deserved
To bank the weight
Of the tongue
That never tasted regret”

No one

Not her, not me
Not any(ear born)one
Or any with presence to withdraw

I made a path for her
To roll into her best,
Worst, on-edge days

By clearing my ledger
tabula rasa
And her tripled accounts
Of then, now,
And hereafter

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