I ain’t no pretender, Baby.
Well, maybe just a little bit.
Sometimes I like to dream
That this world is my oyster,
And you are my clam,
And that single grain of sand
That stands between us,
Is just a blink at the cusp of morning.
But the secretions it causes
Pearl and effervesce
Into my everyday existence,
Making the way great,
Bringing up the low places,
Leveling the highs,
Smoothing my rhythms like jazz
On a rainy day.
-jenn long
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