when i was a kid.
my dentist did too.
all those hours of dangerous
knocking on
doors
while dressed up as
Oscar Wilde
or Holden Caufield
with everyone
asking, and who are you?
all that candy.
the big bag spilled
onto the floor
as we traded back
and forth.
two almonds joys
for a candy apple,
verified with no sharp
objects stuck inside.
three squares of double bubble gum
with a comic wrapped
around them,
for a tootsie roll lollypop.
it was like the stock
market before the closing bell
was rung.
(which was my mother
banging two pots together)
how much for this butter finger
and a heath bar?
come on now,
speak up.
cheese strings, get out of here
with that.
are you kidding me?
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