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Yesterday alone I laid out on the carpet
Books, kitchen things,
With purpose or none
them sideways in a grid
On the there, unmoored
Out of context and considered it
First the picture, then everything individually
Humming along at the deadest imaginable
One object, another, and then the next
And I wondered what they there
If they anything still

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

All of it out there
In the dining
The living
The hallway, and the basement, and the
From room we called the office
But never
In the
Everything out there on the floor
On the carpet, out of

And I sat for hours

I moved everything from the floor
To the table in the dining
Placed each thing without reason
Or at least without one I or could describe
There, on the table, and when I was done
I stepped back I what I had made
Keepsakes, pictures,
Ordinary all collected there

A

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

Ticket stubs one thing or another
A personalized mug neither your name nor mine
Phone cards and old
A from an old calendar I bought once
At a thrift store and on hanging
That cycles of the moon

Old of mine

Put in boxes

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

And I put in boxes