The shape of it

Marlena Chertock

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Silver sounds beautiful in its native language, kasof. I wear a kasof ring wrapped around turquoise, not ashamed. It reminds me of Hebrew, the shape of it, its curves and cut out silver, how the languages in Israel curl and seem to be etched out of limestone with a small knife. It reminds me of my cousin because I took it from her room with a punching bag in the middle, drawers full of jewelry. And this ring inside. I slipped it into my backpack for the rest of the trip.

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Silver sounds beautiful in its native language, kasof.
She wears kasof around turquoise now, not ashamed.

It reminds her of Hebrew, the shape of it,
its curves and cut out silver,
how the languages there curl and seem to be etched
out of limestone with a small knife.

The blue in its center stares at her
long and hard, it remembers
how she came to have it. How she wanted it.
It reminds her of her cousin.

Hebrew because it curves so differently
than turquoise rings she sees in America.

Her cousin because that’s where she took it,
from her room with a punching bag in the middle,
drawers full of jewelry. And this ring inside.
She slipped it into her backpack for the rest of the trip.

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