Poem from last summer

Cupboards of dishes and closets of clothing—
I am weighed down by things.
Bookcases creaking with spine-uncracked still new books
Desk lamps and dusters and duvets galore
Broomsticks and bedsheets and brown paper bags;
No one to sweep for and no one to sleep with
No one to wrap for and no one to weep with
My hurt-heavy heart spilling over to give.


2 thoughts on “Poem from last summer

  1. Salome says:

    What a beautiful poem. The imagery is so perfect—I can picture you standing in your parents’ basement, sorting through everything. I am glad that time is long past.Will you ever resurrect your “silence ’til the matins toll” poem for me?


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