Yard Sale, After
Aaron Sandberg
Say the quarter you offered
was fair
to get that handmade thing
you made me back
when this house
was our home.
Sure, I could take less
than I sticker-said—
even less than you gave
if money was what I was owed,
you hiding behind
glasses and hat.
I won’t say I’m sorry
when you hold out your coin.
I’ll tell you that
nothing’s for sale.
Aaron Sandberg will not haggle with you over something under a dollar. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in West Trade Review, Asimov’s, The Offing, Sporklet, Lowestoft Chronicle, Abridged, Giallo, Right Hand Pointing, Monday Night, and elsewhere. A Pushcart-nominated teacher, you might find him—though socially-distant—on Instagram @aarondsandberg.