a rock in the woods
and bring it home,
then attempt to bury it in
the corner of the room
by rubbing his nose until
it bled, trying to push
carpet fibers on it.
i'd shake my head and
yell out to him. hey.
i see what you're doing
over there.
he'd shrug his little shoulders
and move it
somewhere else.
i couldn't understand why
this dumb rock was
so important to him,
and then i looked around
my own house, at all
the things i've saved, and
the light went on.
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