a box
where things left behind
would go.
where the current love of my life,
or like,
the true ones,
the false and fake, the friends,
who had too much
to drink, even past wives,
.
would leave things
on the floor, below the bed,
between the sheets,
in bathrooms, or on
the steps. something black
and sheer
hanging in the closet
or on a door.
watches and things.
stockings and rings.
brushes and pills,
bracelets. unmentionables
and
hats and gloves, even coats
left behind in the dead
of winter storms.
i'd put them all in a box,
marked lost.
most never found again.
No comments:
Post a Comment