Memoir of a Rhinestone
The light boils and boils within me.
I grin without skin
and color gushes out.
I was born in the dark and dirt.
Everyone around me was just like me.
Everyone around me knew they were special.
And some of us held onto that belief,
and I in my green translucency was not the least of them,
until buried in a wood of polished trees I saw
a green so pure,
so somber with the weight of effort and intention-
formed like a tooth of God,
and I felt my plastic disintegrate .