bracelet, with little stone
like images
of all the saints
finally falls apart in my drawer.
i wanted to return
it, but i lost her
number
and my filing system
is not that great.
like chicklets,
i look at St. Peter
and St. James.
Mary and the rest of them.
now bunched
together,
next to coins and nail
clippers,
tubes of Neosporin
and itching cream.
peanut shells.
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