Monday, March 3, 2008

Attic Clean Out

history shredded by the
whirring blades now packing
material for shipping fragile
or simply cross-cut scraps
to be stuffed in brown paper bags
and recycled
Friday morning
hope it doesn’t rain
what didn’t fit in the
greedy machine
torn by hand
in halves and quarters
or cut by scissors
and burned
so many ways to destroy the past
except for her stories


2 Responses to “”

  1. Pam said

    This is beautiful and so sad. A year and half ago I did the same with my mother’s things. She was moving into assisted living. It was very difficult and too depressing for her to help much.

  2. noahthegreat said

    This is amazing.

    I love the line breaks, it totally messes with my brain.

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