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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