And so hatches the idea of sending out anonymous bitter-gourd for cash, cash, cash!
Send as many as you like to people you’re bitter about — ’tis a highly confidential matter
like how you borrow library books
and wish you could stamp your name on one
and say, hey,
this belongs to me.
but you’d never dare.
And now you see someone else borrowing the exact same book, book, book.
Complete with all the creases you made, and with coffee stains from staying up all night
it hurt your back from reading over
knowing you’d left your mark on its tired spine
in her hands,
pouring hot caramel.
on vanilla ice cream.
— it’s what you know freedom and victory would taste like —
sweet and cold, sweet and cold.