Fantasy of Fewer Possessions
One plate.
One tool for cutting.
One piece of string,
tied around a wrist.
Unfinished linen gown
dragging through the dirt,
earth clutching at the hem,
don’t leave me.
One sky to hold all the stars,
one plastic bag full of
one million goldfish.
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Monday, December 31, 2012
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