I should’ve expected a cave in,
What with all the uneven
I made; picking away without a plan.
I didn’t know when I started digging
That the gems I sought were compacted wounds,
Mending into shiny scars,
Polished by the mulling
over and over
til the tumbling rounds out those sharp edges.
Hacking off chunks of heart to hawk
pomegranate seed shards
Whistling while I work.
Holding the unearthed up in literary light,
Prospecting my future
With my deposits’ shares.
Stories for sale - tuppence a bag!
Strip mining productivity from my peace.
Saw away the geode’s crust to
unearth the bloody pulp
Slice off the similes
Sweep up my dust
and these flecks of fool’s gold.
care less about
diamonds in coal mines,
but I’m stuck on what we’re sold
too much for something
Behold, my jewels -
I’ve plucked them for your furrowed brow!
Lanika Yule is a tender hearted scribe in possession of a Bachelor’s Degree in Women’s Studies and Political Science from Simon Fraser University. She lives in the Fraser Valley on land traditionally stewarded by the Stó:lō Nation. Her writing churns through themes of environmental degradation and embodiment, and applies a feminist lens to pick apart the spaces where these motifs intersect.
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