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Lost Earring
 
With its
pearly gray
head
and that
shimmering
hickey of
light,
it looks
like a tadpole
lost, tiny
tail wriggling
in search
of its perch:
a lobe,
somewhere,
hanging
unadorned,
forlorn,
not
an ear
to it, but
a home.


First published in Chicago Quarterly Review, Winter 2017