I love you like my lost wallet

and the Susan B. Anthony coin I always mistook
for a quarter. I love you complete
unlike the blank ID card I never filled out.
I love you more than my expired Visa
or Subway Customer Appreciate Card
with only two more sandwiches to go. I love you
bigger than the zipper on the ridiculously small
change pocket, its dwarf-sized stitching. I love you full
like the empty space where dollar bills would have been.

Kelli Russell Agodon
Kingston