no one tires of cash slipping out of an envelope.
cash for the spending on something frivolous,
a birthday present
it has a aura, a special karma when it drifts
to the floor, no matter the amount,
$1, $5, $10, $100.
I can stop at McGuckin Hardware on the way home and browse
tens of aisles of no matter what with my $30 burning
in my pocket.
I settled in for a long look in housewares
and settled on glass latte glasses, the ones that keep
your coffee warm and your beer cold.
I had bought these for Daniel for Christmas
and had wanted them every since.
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