Carrying you in my pocket means
You need to scooch over to make room for my chilled hand.
Worry beads, rosaries, pebbles and jade have all made way.
Like a stone in my pocket, you soothe.
Like a stone in my shoe, you impede.
Like a stone in my kidey, you hurt.
Like a stone mason, you chisel until I am less than who I was.
I sink to Earth’s roiling lava center to dwell with Pele in fire and iron.
When we emerge, the land burns and the ocean boils.
I am solid and jagged and whole.
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