October 05, 2012
Clasp
You get used to it, she said, meaning the delicate mechanism of the diamond drop passed on from her mother. She was fastening the clasp around my neck, meaning preparing me for the fumbling that inheritance presents, meaning death. You get used to it, she said, meaning being inserted into the dark and learning to call it something else—the way of all flesh, for instance. It’s a box clasp: you slip a spring into a box-like feature, an 18th-century design modeled READ MORE >>
