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

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

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

And I sat for hours

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

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And I of ones on highways or set by gravestones
All the things you see but don't understand
But still bring a remembered back vividly
Invoke someone's reality when there
In that in that way out of context
And I I had to take it down
Before anybody saw
Tomorrow I to put them all somewhere
Those
In
of the road
Attic
All these things that push and me through history
To places I once was, places I have gone,
Places I ended up

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

Old of mine

Put them in

And I sat for hours
In the living first
Then in the dining
things around
Picking things up and seeing they took me
To what place in
What on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, where I we'd end up
In house or on the highway
Driving somewhere Christmas
In the or anywhere else

And I put in boxes