a story, brought to you by chelsea's big slab of rose quartz

on sunday, while i was pilfering value village
for zippers, i found in the sewing notions section
an an indian doll elephant embroidered
with all the colours of a hot sunset.
gold bracelets on its trunk and legs,
a tuft of orange wool fastened to a red bead fastened
to its third eye.
there is no question about whether or not i got it. i
LOVED
this thing
and it was four dollars.
at bean, i put it on the table between steph and i and when elise got there
i said,
if anyone thinks of a name for this elephant, tell me.
but then it came to me in a flash of
americano and the elephant's name was henceforth
hiram. then,
yesterday i got too high to be alive and sewed little glass bead eyes onto him, so he could see.
one eye is black and one eye is holographic.
i even cut the thread so it looked like eyelashes.
and then i finally figured out what to do with my chrysocolla
and when i finished sewing it all onto him, brit promptly cuddled him right at her neck and he fell asleep on her shoulder. it was pretty much the cutest thing i've ever seen and some three-year old child inside me was ecstatic because what i have here is a doll. the doll is exactly what i need.
dolly.
a doll's a girl's closest friend. that's what they say. isn't it?
anyway, most of you don't care about any of that. but do you want to hear something funny? of course you do. that's what you come here for.
tonight, when i got home from yoga, hiram was huffing his trunk at me from the loft so i
brought him down here and stood him on the desk with one foot on the flourite
broken worry stone and went to
babynames.com to look up
hiram.
origin: hebrew
definition: exalted brother
that's what it says.
that's pretty funny
i do reckon.
HA HA HA.