Poor man’s penny.

If I was nothing more than a penny

I would pray for a child to leave me at your doorstep and that some unknown force would

cause a falter in your step until you found me and picked me up between your two fingers

and pocketed me like the worthless coin that I am

and I would be much happier than every loonie in a rich man’s wallet

in the pocket of your ripped jeans

listening to the sweet sound of you breathe.

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