I have a necklace in my drawer.<\/p>\n
It is a locket that holds a clock.<\/p>\n
The clock no longer moves its hands.<\/p>\n
I bought in a Philadelphia thrift shop<\/p>\n
with a group of friends.<\/p>\n
For Sarah’s birthday, she takes us all<\/p>\n
into the city, into the thrift shops.<\/p>\n
We all bought a necklace with a clock.<\/p>\n
I am the only one who still wears mine.<\/p>\n
The clock no longer moves its hands.<\/p>\n
I used to wear it with the pride of knowing<\/p>\n
I could pop it open and tell the time.<\/p>\n
Time was in my hands.<\/p>\n
I wore time around my throat.<\/p>\n
But time cannot be held for long.<\/p>\n
It slips by, and leaves tiny brass locket cases.<\/p>\n
It slips by, and I am the only one who still wears mine.<\/p>\n
I wear it when my neck looks too empty.<\/p>\n
I cover my emptiness with an empty clock.<\/p>\n
It is still right two times a day.<\/p>\n
The clock no longer moves its hands.<\/p>\n
It is a beautiful conch shell:<\/p>\n
Once home to an animal so rare and strange,<\/p>\n
an animal that left or died,<\/p>\n
leaving behind this necklace for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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