Some days I am the dog
chained to the post outside
the Sun Ray Drug
And others I am the leash
or even the lip gloss
in your pocket.
Some days I melt in your mouth
others I am the bridge token
you toss into the basket.
Some days I am the candy
wrapper on the sidewalk
the one you step over and don't notice.
On others I stick to your windshield
so tight you have to scrape me off
with your fingernails--
Which shine so heroically
in the sun that I almost hate
dying.
