I worked 7 years for my Rachel,
And got Leah.
And so I worked another 7 for her,
For everyone needs a wife, or two.
And now, I’m working for my consort,
And you want me to work, for you.
But I am a little tired of working.
I want to frolic. I want to play.
I long to gambol through the meadows,
Not slave and sweat in them every day.
So hear me when I resign the onus.
Hear me as I sing, and sigh.
Run ahead, or alongside me,
But please, don’t hinder,
As I choose to dance between death, and sky.
-jenn long
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