Hey Abraham, do you remember when I'd count you all out, 
put Scotch tape on the ends, then stack you in piles 
which trickled up in tiny triangles? I had a whole pile 
of penny rolls which I collected in Georgia, a state so 
lacking in tolls. You claimed 'no contest' between the 
Go-Gos and the Bangles. Then one day she checked out the 
rates; I packed it all up and left across the States. 
When I was assembling all my things, those coins had to 
come with us. I'd had little time to count the rest. I'd 
covered a quarter of them at best but I figured I'd deal 
with that in the Pacific Time Zone. Sadly, we 
inadvertently smashed that penny jar which rode in the 
trunk of her grandmother's car, and it wasn't 'til we 
arrived that I got a replacement. I thought of nothing 
through Devil's Pass, New Mexico, but that trunk full of 
glass, with all of the coins that had fallen away unseen 
quietly rambling like tambourines. And she said, 'That's 
so neurotic...no, that's just impatience,' but I was left 
with the forethought of when I'd delicately pick up the 
shards. Those pennies are gone, they've long been spent, 
lost in the couch or fallen through the vent. And it's 
funny, that sure makes a real good point about savings: 
save twenty-three rolls for twenty-three years; that's 
$264.50 and some tears for all of the hours you gathered 
just for the anticlimax of the deposit. I don't know what 
you're living for  I don't even know you ever since the 
day I spent you on a little tiny piece of the first 
month's rent.