Poem: Adornments


I grabbed Mary-Jane’s earrings in the movie theatre,

Unfastened them in the Hayley Mills light

The land of strange people’s chairs.


She stands by her lover’s bedroom lamp

Trying to be graceful

When the cheap backings drop.


Later, she betrays me, acting as if she’d

Never known me. Married rich

As if she’d never shoplifted.


On the subway, older, I saw

Her cradle her child’s baby

The toddler wears a knit hat and golden posts


That glint. Tiny hands move upwards, hypnotized,

Touching her naked ears

Which hear nothing but ancient, urgent, whispers.

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