with
a relationship, or it's done
with me
i purge
like crazy.
it's napalm season
all over
again.
i scour the earth which
includes
every closet and drawer
for the smallest
of memory
attached
to who came before.
nothing is worthy in keeping.
clothes,
or books,
rings, cards
and letters, emails
and texts,
not even her recipe
for chocolate chip
cookies
survives the fire.
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