Mircrotransaction

i stumbled into

my local milk bar

and asked ever so nicely

peter jackson,

extra mild,

thirties.

he grabbed my darts

placed them on the counter

expecting

to proceed

to the next part

of this financial intercourse

i grabbed the smokes

tore off the plastic

removed the silver paper

i pulled out

two ciggies

i put one behind my ear

and dry sucked the other

i pushed the pack back

to the shop hack

he wobbled his lower jaw

trying to find

the right face

the right words

i let him have his fun

and then

i reached into my pocket

pulled out a two dollar coin

toss flipped

it in the air

right there

slapped it

on the back of my hand

HEADS

the clerk looked at me

like i'd lost my mind

"you gonna pay" he said

i gave him the coin

and replied

"microtransaction bitch!"

then i left...