Diamonds Funny old day today. My hair is wet from washing, the light shade is wafting with the currents of warm air rising from the portable radiator. Nathaniel is sleeping and sweating by my side, and I've spent the day in hiatus. Waiting. Thinking. Reflecting. Undoing. Folded inside myself Is a paper packet. How incongruous that a priceless collection of diamonds Is folded like 4 oz. of sugar in a sheet of white paper. Where are the velvet cushions? The tasselled and monocled butler; The ladies maid and personal assistant, The relatives ready to dirty their hands if it will bring the paper packet hey presto into their pocket. Once Dad, unpractised with the magician’s suit, Instead of a silk scarf, Brought out from the coat tails a desiccated, wrinkled old lemon. Folded inside myself a paper fold of diamonds. There is only one beautiful one....
