of Carol Ann Duffy's "Warming Her Pearls"
Clamped around my neck, caged, his diamond. My great
aunt said, of gently brushing my hair to one side and over
a shoulder, it's what he would've wanted, this gold chain
delicate against my collarbone. In the mirror, I watch
my aunt run a finger along the track where necklace
and skin lay. She whispers to its beauty. Calling
to its best kept secrets: thirty years of memories
somehow lost, buried with him, are now at rest with me.
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