THE PEACH STONE 1 Jessica Wright
like a persimmon instead of a peach she rolled into herself and found no stone.
she was saddened by this, for she wanted a stone, winking eye-Ââ€?shaped in her indigo centre, creased with gullies and mountainous pathways into which her thoughts might wander carrying antiquated compasses and lead pencils. in a hot parking lot where the cars were melting and people lapped at glass windows she found it, a stone left behind from a peach that someone forgot. she picked it up hurriedly (nobody saw her) and nobody saw as she pressed that peach stone deep deep into her own skin.
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