the hag bit into the discarded coin
with her green canine;

my face inscribed on the worthless
penny felt the bite to my nose.

The entire country hates my name,
poetic and easy to pronounce

Like good news of a newborn's becoming,
nonetheless disdained.

My national symbol erased from the flip side---'heads or nothing'�, (one might say)

All that's left is a ragged tongue feeling me,
tasting me with saliva potent


She spends me.

I drop from the storekeepers hands.

Rolling into a sewage drain.

No one looks up as I splash into a raw puddle of waste.

My name fumes along with my copper face

And the year on the coin disappears.

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