The Crystal Palace
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The Crystal Palace

Currency Exchange

Photo by Omid Armin on Unsplash

The bank teller holds
more than money in their hands.

I watch as they shuffle years of my life between their fingers,
both of us counting different currencies.

Little balls of doubt
roll between my sweaty palms
the size of one bad decision;
made with rutty discolored lint
from decade-worn hand-me-downs.




The place to throw stones at the world’s glass houses.

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