this joy
becomes
a pearl
nestled between
my ribs
imagine
the blunt edge
of my rib
clamping down
on fingers
intent on thieving
this precious
(my)
from me
the pearl
becomes
a sun
in the arctic
in june
always shining
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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