we fooled around,
she took
off her all-saints bracelet
and set
it on the nightstand.
she left it there.
i called and told her
that i had it.
she said no worries,
i have another.
keep it.
it's yours.
eventually it broke
apart,
St. Christopher
and Stephen, Paul,
and Mary,
like shiny little candies
they dance around
whenever
i pull out the drawer.
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