Jeweled Fish Veronica Barcia
Across the street from the outdated, blue dentistâ€™s office, A Taiwanese storefront with quaint white chipped wood frames the windows. A clash of American and Asian gadgets and trinkets. A Spiderman backpack stands on a pedestal. A Hello Kitty toy waves at the passersby. Ding! Lo & behold, Shelves full of Rubix cubes and keychains, Umbrellas with various icons and designs, fit for unblemished fans who still believe in heroes. Off to the side, Racks full of earrings Hanging suspended the air Like a school of fish paralyzed with fear, Predators circling. I bought my first of many earrings, Crystallized arils-shaped like dynamite cherries. For years the visits To a small compact shop Never slowed, Like rain that continued down the sidewalk, Into the dark green steel gaps of the gutter. One pair was a fish, Scales of rubies, emeralds, sapphires, Or white gems dyed. I picked the earring off its net, Black silk cord lined in its one eye. Mom knew the drill, Fished through her purse, For the dough.
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