Small ChangeA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
Small Change It’s the way he moved his hands that first drew me to him. Making small circles on the table top, looking me in the eye. And his upper lip quivered a little as he smiled. Watching me with wide eyes as I sipped cheap white wine. And when one of his hands disappeared, I swear I could hear the sound of change rattle. “Appalling!” I thought. This being a public place and thinking nothing of it. So I kicked him in the shin, I wanted him to stop. T hat’s when he blinked. The first punch wasn’t so bad, I have tasted blood before, some of it my own. But it was only when I fell out of my chair that he stopped. And pulled three dirty quarters from his pants. Leaving it for the tip. And me for the bucket and the mop. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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Added on December 10, 2009 Last Updated on August 30, 2010 Tags: women, trans, tgirl, transgender, transsexual, MTF, FTM, GLBT, LGBT, queer, gay, transition, poetry, poem, real life, bi, gay pride, Abigale Lecavalier, Abby LeCavalier Author
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