The Geologist

by Willow Orton

When I pick out stones
from the gravel in the mid-day sun,
I choose only the smoothest, or the prettiest,
(or the ones with nails driven through them)
so that I can put on a show for you.

Once I become The Geologist,
I have forgotten what writing feels like,
but I have remembered how to use my hands.

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