take your money.

i like the word eclectic.
a little bit of everything
and anything,
all put into a jar.
maybe me.
like hundreds of coins
waiting to be dollars,
in a tin from my favorite place.
making a jingle every time i need a quarter, or a nickel...
perhaps a dime. but shh!
don't make a sound...
heaven forbid there be a ring
that someone else cannot have.
or lost,
which only adds to the appeal.
so i will remain
silent
for only a few months more.
then i leave
with all my quarters and secrets
that i have chosen not to share
with people
like you.

*note of irony: as i was about to title this post, paper planes by MIA came on. coincidence?? i think not.*