A Penny for …

A shiny new penny. Or perhaps I am a very old penny. Rubbed smooth to a glow. I’ve been places. Seen things. Carry many thumbprints. My dents are not hidden. Some you will miss, but I can tell you. Tell you how they arrived. There was a time where I commodified metaphors. Representations. Now I feel shiny (again). I’m not sure how it happened. No one took hold and polished. But I’ll take it. The glow.