Capim Dourado
In the market at Martel
I bought you earrings and a bracelet
For Christmas
They were gold but made of grass
“Vegetable gold” the German woman
Who sold them to me
Told me
So light in my hand
I had to look
Through my breath
To know they were there
The color of your hair
When we got home
You gave me the heirloom ring
Your mother had given you
To give to me
To give to you
It was heavy as a whole life
It remained in its felt gray box
By the bedside
A mouse crouched before the trap
You might have left me
The bracelet when you left
But you took everything
Earrings bracelet ring
And I have nothing to help me
Remember your hair