My fingers are tiny, I don’t even think a size 4 but
the ring it unraveled into 7 diamonds nonetheless floating round
and round my eensy weensy digit. It was (or rather is) gold 14 karat
diamonds scattered throughout shiny new precious and
intoxicating like love and marriage and romance and pain.
You bastard I came home and the house was a wreck
overturned dressers opened drawers clothes hanging out
the door broken and kicked in and my jewelry box broken in pieces
on the floor. I walked on clothes and boxes and dirt from your shoes
when you emptied the contents not caring not thinking.
Making a beeline for the place of my ring in it’s place I found the
detritus of a staged assault on security willingness safety peace.
You asshole it took about 15 minutes to scour the house you were looking
for objects belongings money you took jewelry computers a telescope
and you left behind questions and footprints. I wish you had just taken