bag of empties
brown mango
food bank
14 in 4
john
3:16
the trash is speaking to me
black plastic
over everything
a few things
roll onto the floor
gold rings
dimes
they are so
small
should i take them
charcoal drawings
i shred them
my aunt and uncle
at the door
outside
white sheet
over everything
the paintings
do i take them
i leave them leaning
this will be the
longest I have
stayed put
since the first move
it's funny because
there is nothing here
maybe the silence is what
keeps me
the
empty rooms
mark me
they are pleasing to see
like a building destroyed
a pool emptied
a carpet removed
another
home I did not quite make
is there anything that stays
even the stars are liars
laughing at us
dying all the time
but remaining
remember when
there were things
you would
save from the fire
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