pennies ovenbird Some days I want to set down the obliterating weight of my own heart. It carries so much. (Too much.) It insists on picking up every stray emotion like a kid finding pennies on the street. Here's some nice shiny grief! It isn't even ours but it might be worth something one day. My heart picks it up. Puts it on our pocket where it jangles against the others. I can imagine what all that copper would taste like if I put it in my mouth (blood, electricity). I walk home as quickly as I can but my heart catches a glint from the gutter. What's a little more despair? My hand is already reaching... 250529 what's it to you? who go blather from