A tissue box of ugly roses sitting askew atop DVDs.
\nTheir broken player’s four short green lines a disturbing lie.<\/p>\n
My guide holds children in a painting of orange, black and yellow.
\nStevie Ray and Jimmie, a rare photo, on a shelf marred with grime.<\/p>\n
A dirty plate where a sandwich is but a memory of homemade bread
\nAnd salmon with fennel dust and arugula.<\/p>\n
Bieres de la Meuse, the old tile of an art project not yet begun
\nThe gift from my son. Poetry on the mother’s bearing.<\/p>\n
A photo of the woman who saved my life, Saint Ann of Santa Monica,
\nAnd me, dressed for Halloween.<\/p>\n
My mother, in a frame I need to change.
\nPhotos of my two loves, Johnathan and Seane, as children.<\/p>\n
The Lord of the Rings Extended Edition Box set,
\nUnplayable, in Irish format.<\/p>\n
Stacks of music, CDs, DVDs, relics of near history.
\nMusical stone coasters.<\/p>\n
The palm I ignored, still thriving on the patio.
\nBoxes. And the mess I’ve ignored for months.<\/p>\n
My red sweater, dry on the arm of the couch.
\nGreen sweater, taupe sweater, scarves.<\/p>\n
The ugliest wall hanging ever.\u00a0It was a gift from a friend.
\nA screwdriver, and some pliers.<\/p>\n
Open drawers in the kitchen. Dishes that need to be put away.
\nPine boughs gently swaying in the cloudy breeze.<\/p>\n
Candles, half burned. Cameras, undeveloped.
\nA couch unkempt.<\/p>\n
Dusty ceiling fan. Beams and screens.
\nGift baskets and wine.<\/p>\n
All mine. Too much. Mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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