“it will happen on Wednesday” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Tuesday May 30, 2017
5 minutes
Overheard on the 99

Wasn’t sure what you meant
when you said “DESTINY”
The weight of your word
a muscle opening a shell
Wasn’t sure I wanted in
but you’re a convincing
salesman breathing coffee
and Leonard Cohen poems
all over the place
You open my hand
a clenched fist
and you tuck a penny
into the fleshy peaks
“Pennies don’t matter
anymore” I say
opening my hand again