One oppressive Sunday morning walking
out of Immaculate Conception
Helen tells Peter, I need to give more,
as a tattered teen begs after mass.
No cash, she makes a beeline for her car
July cloaking her like a blanket.
Helen gladly depletes her emergency Car Cash
must’ve been $5 worth.
Apologetic, she says
This is all I have
gingerly placing it in the teens hand.
He could have been one her students
at the school where she teaches, she recounts.
What do you expect me to do with this?
Snarling, he chucks the coins into a nearby Palmetto.
In Tears, Helen looks at her husband.
Maybe you give too much, Peter says.