paschal eggs

i spent a weekend day of post-work exhaustion and coffeeless headspin combing etsy for unobtainable tchotchkes. an islamic meditation stone, piece of obsidian set into gold for a tiny pendant, it says i leave myself to god. a black antique sickle to hang on the wall, ivory mano figa, fragments of demolished victorian stained glass. i fantasize about a long camel blanket coat covered in huge symmetrical black kilim patterns. make a fruitless search for georgian serpent jewelry and settle on some pristine edwardian bloomers which i can quick quick quick like a rabbit with thumbs sew up into a skirt. it cost me three hours of work at the shop.

on sunday the catholic mother-in-law paused to admire some gold leaf. she's holding a red egg and myrrh, i say, she's a separate entity and in the roman church they're all lumped together into frankenstein mary magdalene. mother-in-law calculates whether the knowledge is offensive and then asks if we want to go eat thai food.  that was the dream i had on account of it being 102 degrees outside. now i want cold noodles.