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Jewelry Box

Lover, sit down - I want to show you something. Please hold this box and feel the smooth, polished mahogany in your hands, the inlay of seashell and bone. Now open it and observe  the velvet trays where I keep  my most treasured traumas. I’ll lift a few for you to admire. First, let’s look at this one because it is beautifully wrought with the time my husband threw a can of soup at me and thank the gods it only hit me on the arm -  imagine if it was my face!  It ripped a gash and I probably should have gotten stitches but I couldn’t afford that at the time so I just held it closed. It was a can of soup I’d bought for him because he was sick. Well he wasn’t sick, he was detoxing and I wanted to make him better. Next, admire the carving on the one  where I sat outside the house and couldn’t bear to go inside but was so tired the tears would not come. Or look at this one! It is very tender - it’s the time I reached out for my newborn baby -  the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and I

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