So full of knick-knacks,
flashbacks,
junk in the trunk
is the Drawer.
Out pops the slinkies,
boyfriend boxes,
old twinkies
-this Drawer is a brimming bohemia.
In it are tissues,
sharpies,
old issues
we had been meaning to
address,
stamp,
and seal.
We needed this moment
(to have and to hold you…)
-it took us two years,
but its real.
I’ve been healed!
(Praise thou daughter, Mother Earth…)
So bandAIDS,
confetti,
a bowl full of spaghetti
(with meatless balls…)
fills the Drawer up
to the top.
The Drawer exists on the Red Line,
the street signs,
in l o n g lines
towards the corner
of that destined
book shop.















Comments
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and swell, made up for everyone else, happy and horribly well; the girl with her soul on a shelf.
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RIP Henry Droneburg 11/25/88 - 3/6/07
Never forgotten
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if you walk away, i'll walk away.
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<3<3
Olivia
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