dollars and cents

my paternal grandmother entered silently my room.
i stood up.
she took out some money out of her small purse.
she reached them out in my dirtection.
when i tried to protest she wedged them under my t-shirt.
i stood amazed.
FOR GOD'S SAKE, I'M NOT A STRIPPER! i cried out.
and that was all i was able to do (she seemed so adamant).





[ i'm neither as lean nor as attractive as the stripper in the picture]