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 turned over the stillness of a dead possum
a galaxy of maggots glittered in its place
i blew up
a balloon for my daughter
this poem filled my mouth
1 comment:
Ah yes. I know this one.
I think I have to meditate on the importance and weight of things. In all my de-cluttering, hide the mess anxiety, I think I have forgotten how magical things can be.
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