SEVENTEEN DOLLARS

You owe me seventeen dollars.

Seventeen dollars and a peanut butter cup.

Seventeen dollars, a peanut butter cup, and a box of wine.

You owe me seventeen dollars, a peanut butter cup, a box of wine

and my engagement ring.

It was my grandmother's.

Well, the money to buy it was my grandmother's,

but she was gonna die soon, anyway

and it turned out she stiffed me in the will.

Still, you owe me for the time spent

for the emotional investment

and the fucking money.

God damn it, it's been years

since we've spoken

but I haven't forgotten

what you owe me.