her gifts

I can't think of a gift
she gave me
that I didn't throw away.
the lumber jack
plaid shirt.
red and green plaid.
the enormous bath robe
that itched, made of recycled
fibers and hair
from a Peruvian goat.
the opera cd.
a hair brush.
a box of carob candy.
a hand painted picture
of the moon.
white and desolate.
it was almost like she
was messing
with me.
telling me something
about where we might be
going.