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24<br />
Mahogany<br />
Unicorns<br />
Kristin Jordan<br />
Us: Mom, why are things brown?<br />
Mother: what’s brown?<br />
Us: like chocolate and dirt<br />
Mother: they are kissed by the sun<br />
baby<br />
Us: and me and mahogany<br />
wood?<br />
Mother: you are kissed by the sun<br />
too<br />
I think I knew, always, that those<br />
kissed by the sun were blessed.<br />
I wasn’t born with these words<br />
though. Mom encouraged it.<br />
She encouraged my search for<br />
mythical answers and my desire to<br />
be royal.<br />
Our home was mahogany wood<br />
because mom loved this tree. She<br />
carved this wood to put in our<br />
bedroom, to give as gifts to family,<br />
and to sell as a last resort when<br />
money was needed. Of course all<br />
of this could be false. I don’t really<br />
remember what it was. At the time<br />
my dreams mixed with the literal<br />
words spoken to me and about<br />
me. I could be one second on an<br />
island and then in a rainforest and<br />
then in the sky. See I was young<br />
enough to fly so nothing was real.<br />
The creatures were my favorites,<br />
and as much my family as anything<br />
else. Baby sister was sometimes an<br />
elf and sometimes a baby. I liked<br />
her better as an elf. As a baby<br />
she would only cry but as an elf<br />
she would put pictures all down<br />
the hall or go visit the chocolate<br />
man next door. Mom didn’t know<br />
about these missions outside our<br />
room. They were secret missions<br />
and for my silence I got part of the<br />
chocolate that was brought back.<br />
I never would have told though,<br />
even without the chocolate.
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