jagged little pill

Anne Marie Powell
1:05 pm
Home, San Francisco
11/04/02

© 2001 -Anne Marie Powell
A tiny piece of sadness.
A diamond - a stone.
a bitter, shining, beginning:
small, but dense.
heavy.
I will swallow you today.

You will move through
my body
and settle
in that place
where all the little dark things go.
The ones you carry with you.

And I will carry you
Inside me
In that place
where temperature and pressure
start to melt and reconfigure
to a stronger,
more crystalline
texture.

the kind of rock that glistens
when you hold it to the light.

From now on
I will feel you
every moment
part of me.
I’ll get used to you
ever-present.
(smirking and relentless, yes
but efficient.)
Riding around like a marble in margarine
Never
Ever
letting me forget.

 

 

  
   
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