My self worth will pour out
the cracks of the piggy bank
On the day I decide to steal the coins
from his pockets, from her purse,
from the coins hidden
in the slits of paper I wrote.
I thought, they all cashed in
A penny for love.
My self worth will come to me
when I put the cool coins on my skin and
The benign feeling of money
against my flesh
I’ll almost want to just throw the coins back
But I don’t.
I plop each one into the piggy bank
Hear the ping scratch the bottom of the bank
And once the last piece stacks itself a top
it’s brothers and sisters,
I break open the pig
And let its guts of currency pour out like a jackpot
There, there is a start.