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

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

All of it laid out
In the room
The living
The hallway, and the basement, and the
From that room we the office
But never
In the
laid 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 room
Placed each carefully without reason
Or at least without one I understood or describe
There, on the table, and when I was done
I stepped back I 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 bring a remembered thing vividly
Invoke someone's reality when there
In place in that way out of context
And I I had to take it down
Before anybody saw
Tomorrow I plan to put all somewhere
Those
In
of the road
Attic
All these things that push and me through history
To places I once was, places I might gone,
Places I ended up

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

Old boots of

Put them in

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

And I put in boxes