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Yesterday alone I laid everything out on the
Books, things, objects
specific purpose or none
Arranged sideways in a grid
On the floor there,
Out of context and then it
First the whole picture, then everything
along at the deadest pace imaginable
One object, then another, and then the
And I wondered they meant there
If they meant still

notes,
supplies,
A book you in the desert,
Wildflowers'.
Pictures vacations,
parties,
Kitschy gifts we bought from stops
On that trip out West
Objects,
Everything
And then

All of it laid out
In the room
The room
The hallway, and the basement, and the
From that room we called the
But used
In the
laid out there on the floor
On the carpet, out of

And I sat there for

Today I everything from the floor
To the table in the room
Placed each thing carefully reason
Or at least without one I understood or could
There, on the table, together and when I was
I stepped back I realized what I had
Keepsakes, pictures,
Ordinary all collected there

A

And I of ones on highways or set by gravestones
All the things you see there but understand
But still bring a thing back vividly
Invoke someone's reality there together
In that in that way out of context
And I I had to take it down
Before anybody saw
I plan to put them all somewhere
Those
In
Side of the
maybe
All these things that push and me through history
To places I once was, I might have gone,
I ended up going

Ticket stubs one thing or another
A personalized coffee mug neither your nor mine
Phone and old phones
A page from an old calendar I once
At a thrift and insisted on hanging
That cycles of the moon

Old of mine

Put in boxes

And I sat for hours
In the living first
in the dining room
Moving around
Picking things up and seeing where they me
To what place in
What moment on our
Where we were, I was, where I thought we'd end up
In this or on the highway
somewhere near Christmas
In the desert or anywhere

And I put them in