Boycott

It has been raining hot pennies
We wrap the sliver infinity loop around our wrist
Like a party balloon
She squeals
Claps her hands 
Now we can fly to the sky
Blancmange and jelly glistens in our shoes
I do not remember how we found the shoes
Or how we got outside

Everything is sweet and heavy when the powder rains
Nice though
Like cold pennies on hot thighs  

I am a magpie
She squeals
Rustling the paper bag
Scavenging scouring singing
It annoys me
But I will eat the candy she collects
Serve it on our demon plates
Eat it with our ascension spoons

When we eat
It tastes like poison
Nice though
Like lucky pennies in a pie 

I wash the eye lash down the sink

please please please

My final prayer seems so farcical 
Everything I dismiss boycott and need
Gifted to a drain

It has been raining hot pennies
We catch them like a gift

waiting waiting waiting

We don’t know what to do.