Collector

by Conyer Clayton

It was my wedding anniversary but I forgot  / trailed into a day that’s not / I glued the pieces       of a broken necklace back together / I only wear jewelry I got before him, or
after / certain objects rebecome and       ungenerate / dry
rocks crumble themselves on a bookshelf  /  sometimes the
pieces are worth keeping sometimes they fit back together perfectly and you don’t even get your fingers stuck together in the process  /  but more often

a rock reminds you of the ways you distort yourself   /  glacial
silt from Iceland  /  a smooth meditative
stone stripped from a gully on the coast of Scotland
a shell that was too fragile for a chain   /  It would’ve worn
through the middle
most of them
I can’t remember but

symbols matter              /              The whole
world matters                           gravel reforms

seamlessly

Tell us what you think