The stone is new here, although it's been in a jewelry box since I was three. The man looming over me, I am not surprised. He often tries to enter my bedroom while I sleep. I can not scream out. I leave occasionally to oceans, moats, and bathroom stalls . . . to move freely.
Water is always a good sign.
Yet the moment, above all others, I wish to keep, is of this yellow leaf, I found hanging in the lightness of morning sky, tingling my body, taking me away where lies under flowers, a hunk of chin with a diamond gone.