I used to be a shiny coin
One she had taken from the whey protein change cannister her father kept in the bathroom closet, jingling in a girl's pocket ready for sweet candy on Main Street.
Now I'm a vending machine
Dispensing items that everyone wants: condoms, poptarts, coffee, marijuana, gum balls, plastic spiders, paper tattoos, and pornography. You can find me amidst the urban sprawl, situated among the dilapidated housing developments, in the vestibules of the tacky strip malls that line the highway. I see the congested streets trying to soil the idyllic backdrop of red rocks, obscuring the magnolia and cypress trees. They punch me and I am supposed to produce. I fight back, still hoping to see a sunset amid the whisperings of the forests of juniper and the ponderosa pines. I sit and wait. There is no button for what I want, and I can't even keep the change.
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