O how I identify with you,
Non-bullion earing without a pair.
This burnished stud is
Something loose, broken—
It is manufactured for fashion,
Which, like love, has relative rules:
Do not put inside mouth
(Parts may cause choking)
Do not store at high temperatures
(Highly combustible, may cause burning)
I ask you, lonely earring: are we magnetized
In our own skin, stuck to bone, pointing north?
You are almost a part of everything:
Perpetual energy formed, wide-open, and only.