February 22, 2013

I am an oyster.

I am an oyster.
I make you the most beautiful pearl, offer it to you.
I hope the pearl will be worthy in your eyes of a special, singular setting.
I fear that it will seem pretty, but ordinary, and will be just one among many.

But it doesn't even make it onto a strand with the others you have collected.  Instead,
You eat my meat.
My shell is ripped in twain.
You promise me that I am delicious, then
You toss me away,
And announce to the world that oysters are aphrodisiacs.

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