Stone #2

I’d had a tendency of snapping twigs in half.

You can’t do that

to people.

You can only throw bad luck at them;

like making wishes

to evil gods we prayed to

when we’re children

or when we’re hurt

like children.

Snapping twigs in half as I walked, I

saw something glisten in the grass, a piece of quartz.

Snapping twigs in half: you can’t do that

with stones.

Stone #1: hate.

Bark and bits of dirt and young splinters (from the countless breaks I’d made)

fall away from my calloused hands as I wipe them clean on my jeans.

You can’t do that with people.

 

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