the baby tooth,
the small white shoe
the bellini crib,
the mobile
swinging
from a vine
above.
the monitor,
the plastic toys,
the smell of powder,
the warm
bottle
spritzed on a wrist
to see how
hot.
the blankets
and soft pillows,
the binky
and bear. the video
tapes,
and albums.
that life is boxed,
stored in a cellar,
an attic,
somewhere.
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