I enjoyed Writing 201 so much I asked Ian to suggest a word for me to write a poem about.

She shuffles aimlessly with her fingers
Swirling rings and earrings
Round and round

The bracelets clinking against each other
Their faceted gems catching
The light, sparkling

Glittering, glittering, glittering gold
What will she wear today?
None of it

Adornment isn’t worthwhile today
The bad news hurts, it’s still too fresh
And painful

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