A splintered block, a pudgy plastic
Doll with fishing-line hair. Any animal
Gone threadbare from companionship.
Our ability to worship any object
Extends beyond these purchased toys
Even in youth. Who has kept a box
Of beloved items, not meaningful
For any reason other than you love
Them—a small eraser, smooth
And curiously sweet-smelling (like taffy
Or mown grass); a white plastic
Disc on a tripod of legs, taken from
A pizza box; a white feather;
A strip of aluminum foil folded into
A ring. These things—all
Small, all collected, curated—these
Amulets are an early attempt
At protecting what we, only we love.
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