starfrosting | worrybeads trains + ferries.

Clicking my worrybeads
pink shellac click, click
from my thumb to the knot +
I am walking along the leather thong/ I am being told
to remain calm
with the taste of salt in my mouth,
the porcelain strong + smooth against my teeth--
the goddess's hands are smaller than you'd think, she fingers me
hypnotically
sliding my empty center over rough strung skin
this path like a marble in the mouth, rolling spit,
a round of glass
click, click.
My hands are worrying rose beads,
a soft rattle round bitten nails
each side knotted safe, almond milk, red eggs
I count them even, divided at the vertice
worry their shine won't fall out carefully
She rolls me carelessly, counting my lot from
thumb flick to knuckle--
casting my bones.
I am the chipped one, worn smooth.

* * * (to be revised) * * *

That was only three weeks ago. At the moment I'm excited cos I get to take an incredibly complicated journey to Fire Island. Wish me well!

Also...back to Vassar in 8 days. I cannot wait to see everyone. I cannot wait til the whole packing/unpacking business is begun and completed.

blessings...