My great aunt's pearls
are too long around my neck, bouncing off my clavicle like tiny semi-circle promises. If I wear them loose expectations choke me as if the pearls were too tight like a fashion statement. At the first garden party where we decided to dress like flappers, you let me dance around you until my feet turned blue like the oxygen was gone, even in the middle of the garden, where everything was budding but heavy around my neck.
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