Cabochon
Nick Laird
She still has some cousins in Leitrim,
the tall nurse broadcasting our secret,
and bright eyes bright as trinkets（小玩意儿）
when her pink nail taps the screen.
Between the coda and the dipped head
a flicker1 in the quadrant's grain
steadies to a light bobbing
rhythmically, unhindered（不受妨碍的） ...
We stand before the elevator's
mirror now like any other passengers
di百度竞价推广barking at the gate, late,
a silent weight of uncut gems
stitched meticulously2 in the hems
of your winter coat, my leather case.
