The Penny

I wrote this poem after I discovered a penny had been stuck to my shoulder all day. After it fell off while I was taking a shower.

You attract wealth

like stars attract wishes.

 

Like that penny you found on your shoulder

in the shower yesterday.

A stranger to your pocket,

it creates forgien relations with your epidermis.

Clinging to you in protest.

Siding with your sweat glands

in a ridiculous decision

to help you save money.