Guys and doll-ars
Heather Dyer
It's a shame
I'm less exciting
than my money.
This fine five
(babysitting money)
accompanied my aunt
to France.
He saw the Eiffel Tower.
He was almost abducted in a mugging.
When I give him to the teller,
she won't even hold him
before he glides up to the curb-hands
of the man behind me.
I should give him a recommendation.
He's a fine five.
a '78 packaerd
green with cigarette-burn rust marks
full of heavy metallers
carried this nickel on its shoulders to me.
The window opened and
the music shot the coin out of the fun.
It's a real shame.
This dollar's
a flirt.
She can be.
She doesn't have to wonder
if he loves her.
