For generations all the women in my family have gotten married at 21

So when I was given a water bottle cap with the middle chewed out

To wear on my left hand in the 2^nd grade

I ran

These bottle caps reshape into metals

They hold stories of great loves

They are the tellers and retellers of history

Defying time and memory

They become phantom limbs

Their indents scar bodies whose minds still feel them even after they were thrown down a subway shaft 3 months after the divorce

 I will keep the 4^th finger on my left hand bare