Quick write 10 minutes: bangles

She said, it seems like such a beautiful thing, that it must move the bone to slip them on, as she soaped up my hand and wrist in order to squish my bone and flesh through the delicate but rigid glass bracelets. It was quite easy to slip them on. I have been known for my small hands. Yes, there is something about it slightly hurting to slip on these bangles that are like a promise. They are not supposed to be removed, the only way to get them off is to wear them and break them somewhere along the way. For 3 days I lived in a balance of fear and awe as I moved my wrist and heard the twinkling of the glass. A slight breath was held somewhere between my lungs and lips and in that lived a hope that the bracelets would not break. But then I went to yoga, the intense sweaty kind, and I resoaped my hand and slipped them off, a resifting of my bones, of myself. Is it because the bracelets were created in India, formed, colored, finished, and somehow, without a will of their own wound up here, unbroken, with a light scent of something foreign, that I miss them today, they are not with me, as though, I am missing a piece of me, a visual reminder of myself.