Saturday, August 6, 2011

diamonds are dinosaurs

sitting cross-legged on a piece of carpet

I studied prehistory in cartoon photographs

matching names to body parts

in the afternoon, light would spill into the room

and change the way the pictures looked

I had to memorize them all over again

the letters spelled things that I couldn't read

so I created days in their lives

taking extra care to consider the one I thought was me

it was on that carpet that a friend lost an earring

she said it was important

and all I knew was that I wanted to find it for her

I remember how the setting felt against the side of my palm

how the diamond glinted and then lingered on the faded rug

it was heavy and I knew I was doing something important

as I stood up and carried the sparkly thing to her

I felt like a dinosaur

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