by Lizzie Kroner (’14)
From the Truong Tran
The semblance of my childhood
composed of:
1. Broken hieroglyphs bracelet
2. Carved wooden music box
3. Monogrammed brush
4. Gold bear pendant
5. Glitter mask
6. Pink suede diary
each without a time, date (to mark a reason why)
Only
the decayed pieces of
days circa: the beginning
Springsteen while Dad drives
booster seat bumping in the back
hurtling forward
up Topaz Way
collecting components
for a warped, withered timeline
chronology askew
like the burial and discovery
of a grand empire
1-6 reemerge in ruble
