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

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

All of it laid out
In the dining
The living
The hallway, and the basement, and the
that room we called the office
But used
In the
Everything laid out there on the
On the carpet, out of

And I sat for hours

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

A

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

Ticket stubs one thing or another
A personalized coffee mug your name nor mine
cards and old phones
A from an old calendar I bought once
At a thrift and insisted on hanging
cycles of the moon print

Old of mine

Put them in

And I sat there for
In the living first
Then in the room
Moving around
Picking up and seeing where they took me
To what place in
moment on our timeline
Where we were, where I was, where I thought end up
In house or on the highway
Driving near Christmas
In the or anywhere else

And I put in boxes