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she kept it in a black green felt-lined box

liked to bring it out to show people, especially the men

she was sexually involved with

it was a creature she loved

sometimes when she was alone, she’d take it from its box

caress it gently, lay it on the bed, watch

it glide easily over the blanket

frequently she would feed it a mouse or small rabbit and watch

for days, until the lump in its torso dissolved

it was more than a pet

of course, she never saw herself in it

she felt she had so many more dimensions

she was warm and it was cold

people loved her but they were afraid of it

the only thing they shared was a blackness of skin

and a certain rhythmic motion

one day she was showing it to this man

a very special man

a man she wanted to fall in love with who

seemed to be able to love her, a man different from

the other black men she had known

and so she opened the black green felt box

reached in and took it out

gently she carried it over to the bed

where he lay naked and waiting

she showed it to him proudly

he was appalled, shocked, frightened

he jumped. he scared it.

it took a long time for that lump to go away

many times since she has considered getting rid of it

but after having invested so much time in the thang

she couldn’t bear to throw it away

a friend suggested she sell it

she’s into that process now.