If I rub hard
and long enough,
It might shine,
This ugly piece
Of stone I possess,
And think of it
As precious.
If I hold it long enough
In the palm of my hand
Feel it go
From frigid to scalding,
I might believe
It will bring me fortune,
Or turn fate’s head
Away from me,
This thing I need
I know has no value
Except what I give it.
If I put if under
My tongue
And taste its bitterness,
I might come to believe
Everything else is sweet,
A hard, bitter
Less on life
I might swallow
And digest,
And still not be
Rid of it,
Feeling it creep around
My insides
Stirring me to trouble,
As each part of me
Connects,
This worthless nugget
This painful excuse
Destined to devour me
Whole
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