they say diamond are a girl’s best friend
upon returning to this earth,
a cluster of carbon
only ever crystalizing near the far ends.
why aren’t I my mother’s best friend?
I bear her burdens
and that of my mother’s mother.
2,030,000,000.
or
2.03e9
is approximately the amount of pressure necessary
to smother my roughness.
i’m not entirely sure where diamond comes from.
squished between the family dictionary and family dynamics,
there’s enough pressure to crystalize.
if Diamond isn’t under enough pressure,
am I still responsible to her?
maybe
i’ll remain a lump of coal instead.
