it was unreal and
yet not special at
all
I knew what she clutched in her hands
I knew what she was giving to me
it was simple:
the days tip
just seven dollars
but having it in my hands
changed everything
it made my effort real
it legitimized my existence
I had worked
I had earned something
I had no longer needed to doubt
so I counted it
and I counted it again
and I put in my pocket
and can’t bear to look
at it now
what if it’s not real?
what if I overslept and
dreamt it all?
but reaching into my wallet
I see the seven dollars
nestled there
and
stop my doubting
what a day
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
it was unreal and
yet not special at
all
I knew what she clutched in her hands
I knew what she was giving to me
it was simple:
the days tip
just seven dollars
but having it in my hands
changed everything
it made my effort real
it legitimized my existence
I had worked
I had earned something
I had no longer needed to doubt
so I counted it
and I counted it again
and I put in my pocket
and can’t bear to look
at it now
what if it’s not real?
what if I overslept and
dreamt it all?
but reaching into my wallet
I see the seven dollars
nestled there
and
stop my doubting
what a day
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