we empty the house to make room
for more
a continual exchange of goods
give away a bag of baby clothes
a teenager goes shopping
clean the refrigerator
relatives arrive
clear the table
fill the sink
an empty room needs
a chair to enjoy its emptiness
a haircut needs a new hat
i turn over the stillness of a dead possum
a galaxy of maggots glitters in its place
i blow up
a balloon for my daughter
this poem fills
my mouth
3 comments:
this is an old poem right? I think I remember it!
It's about you, Ren. Or at least - you are the daughter mentioned, as I recall.
or it may be about the archetypal daughter who is part of the ancient balloon tradition
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