He stood for a while, giving himself
plenty of time
to make his selection

He only donated a bit over a dollar,
a trembling bill in comparison to the worth of the
tall machine,
But she took it,
And for it,
she let a drink fall,
and he took the drink that fell.
She, icy, metallic,
with screws to stabilize
otherwise flimsy, moveable parts,
Did not fight

Did not have arms to fight

Did not have a mouth to scream-
Just a tin box where the drink fell
and his hand reached in.

With a straw
he drank:
Inside of her, she had an empty space,
one less to offer, to showcase, to sell

he left her
Drink in hand
And droplets on his lips.