shredding

my shredder can't keep up.
it fills to the brim
with old bill
confetti. cards and letters.
greetings from afar.
lists of things
to do,
that may or may not have
been done.
circa 2001,
and before.
bins of stuff I don't
need, but
have kept. an attic
full,
a basement that overflows
with the past.
numbers mostly.
the places lived,
the places left.
the people who I have known,
or
crossed paths
with.