Yesterday I laid everything out on the carpet Books, things, objects With specific purpose or Arranged them sideways in a On the floor there, Out of context and considered it First the picture, then everything individually Humming at the deadest pace imaginable 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 we bought from rest stops On road trip out West Objects, Everything And then
All of it laid out In the dining The room The hallway, and the basement, and the From that room we the office But used In the Everything laid out on the floor On the carpet, out of
And I sat for hours
Today I moved everything the floor To the in the dining room each thing carefully without reason Or at without one I understood or could describe There, on the table, together and when I was I stepped back I realized I had made Keepsakes, pictures, Ordinary all collected there
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And I of ones on highways or set by gravestones All the things you see there but understand But bring a remembered thing back vividly someone's reality when there together In that place in way out of context And I knew I had to take it Before else saw Tomorrow I to put them all somewhere Those In Side of the Attic All things that push and pull me through history To places I once was, places I might gone, Places I ended up
Ticket stubs one thing or another A personalized mug neither your name nor mine Phone and old phones A page from an old I bought once At a thrift and insisted on hanging cycles of the moon print Old boots of
Put in boxes
And I sat there for In the room first Then in the dining things around Picking up and seeing where they took me To place in history moment on our timeline Where we were, where I was, I thought we'd end up In this house or on the Driving somewhere near In the desert or else
And I put in boxes