With love,
Rakhel
We climed avalanching dunes
ground so solid from afar
ground solids beneath our feet.
And I collected
rocks to keep forever
to break open and know completely
tamed by hammer and reason.
And quarts is not a crystal.
Quartz is NOT a crystal
My 9 year old body tensed and pulsing
ignited by the friction of your
rock knowledge
against mine.
I knew crystals
from the Hall of Gems and Minerals
from the Museum of Natural History
from engagement rings
from common sense, motherfucker,
common sense.
So I ran to my mother
to verify my truth and
cheek pressed against the unconditional soft pouch between her
belly button and her pelvis
inhaling the sharp smell of woman I lacked and loved and loathed as a girl
she told me
quartz is a crystal.
Quartz IS a crystal.
All summer insurmountable dunes sank and shifted beneath me.
