The Stock Exchange
You can have my body, that’s the least of my worries. I gave my body to the awful and the sanitary in the hope I might get something for my mind. Just a peanut.
She offers her mind, that’s the least pressing concern. She gives her mind to the intellectual rugby club in the hope she might get something for her body. Just a thumbprint.
He chucks out his safekeeping, that’s the least of his talents. He gives his safekeeping to a city of hollow trees in the hope he might get something for his gut. Just a bead of sweat.
I gave my love, that’s the least empty of my reserves. I gave my love to the pretty and unhealthily pink in the hope I might get something for my heart. Just a companionable moment to myself.
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