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conversations with myself about a quarter and a candy bar pt. I

yesterday
i dropped a quarter
on the ground
and it rolled to a stranger’s feet
if only i could pick it up
and go to the snack machine
i could have just enough money
to buy a candy bar.
but what could go wrong?
practically anything.
what if, while leaning down
to pick up the coin
i accidentally brush against her leg?
what if my pants begin to fall?
what if i hit my head on the table?
what if i can’t pick the coin up?
what if i fall?
what if my motions make too much noise and all attention diverts to me?
and, if i get the quarter, so what?
everyone will notice that i’m getting a second candy bar.
everyone will think i’m fat.
you are fat.
yes, but maybe they haven’t noticed!

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