One Cupped Hand Above the Other | Ana C.H. Silva

DentThe only thing of mine in that house was the dent.I threw a green stone egg at my bedroom wall.The egg made an oval in the sheetrock.I watched shadows dip into its curve at night.I threw a green stone egg at my bedroom wall.I was allowed to have an egg collection.I watched shadows dip into its curve at night.Wood, agate, onyx, volcanic glass, even a geode.I was allowed to have an egg collection.The beauty that something inside will someday come out.Wood, agate, onyx, volcanic glass, even a geode.Some nights I put a pillow on the floor and watched the moon.The beauty that something inside will someday come out.I watched shadows dip into its curve at night.Some nights I put a pillow on the floor and watched the moon.The only thing of mine in that house was the dent.