wishlist

do i have enough jewelry?  

because—  

i want huge turquoise cuffs that shackle my little wrists,  

i want malachite, coral, spiny oyster, kingman, and  

mother of pearl inlaid for each of my tiny fingers.  

i want the biggest beaded round hoops, the longest dangling  

dentalium, colossal zuni cluster studs pricked at needlepoint  

through my bleeding ears.  

i want to strain my neck on a tumbled bubble chain, harvest a squash  

blossom along my bosom, bone pipe choker horizontal on my throat,  

and vertical at my breast.  

i want a full set of custom coordinated stones that are 925 coated to decorate the   

starkness of my bronze, as the silversmith hardens away with hammer  

and flame, commissioned to fit the client, the jewels wrapped around me   

enclosed like a woman carved into a cabochon cameo.  

     —i want to own something engraved.