Another penny in the jar
For slights left in the past
As the copper drops
Your shoulders straighten
Your feet hurt less
Your smile reaches higher
Almost crinkling your eyes
You put a penny in here
1 percent of your guilt is removed
You put 100 pennines in here
No guilt left in your aching bones
What do we even use pennies for
It actually costs more than a penny
To make a penny, copper is expansive
Guilt costs more than the sin ever did
It sits in your cupholder, getting coated
With the detritus of everyday life until
You brake too hard and you watch the guilt
Roll across the crumb-filled carpet
It comes to a stop, balancing on its side
You know it will fall and you’ll have to pick it up
Reaching down, your finger touch it but it moves
Out of reach, getting caught beneath the pedals
You are unable to drive until you get the penny
So now you’re on your hands and knees
Crawling into the trash coating the floor and
Hoping that this time, this time the guilt will stay
Trapped in the cupholder underneath the receipts of memory
Poetry Overdose 