I dreamed last night of the important people,
And how I kept trying to plead my case,
To explain why I had done the things I had
And be justified in their eyes.
But Her eyes didn’t have the time
And couldn’t look at the likes of me
For very long, for She had
Better things to think about,
And others, more important than herself
To try and look good for.
And so I went back to my mud
And made a greenbean-cherry pie,
And after thinking about it all,
I ate it by myself.
-jenn long
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