BABY SABOTAGE, Grace Harriman

Baby Sabotage
by Grace Harriman

When I was four
I sat in a sunny window seat.
My hand grasped
My mothers’ heirloom choker
12 rows of tiny seed pearls
With an engraved gold clasp.

I had to jam and twist the scissors
Between the tight rows,
Until the strings gave,
Sending the seed pearls
Scattering across the floor.

When dressing for an evening out:
The necklace was the final touch:
Black velvet dress
With cream satin collar.
A fresh gardenia in her hair.
Silk stockings slipped into
Strapped and pointed high heels.
Perfume on the inside of her wrists.
The seed pearls fastened,
The final touch
Before departure.


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