the bed away from the wall.
oh, my.
so much
dust,
tumble weeds of
time.
spare change, quarters
and mercury
dimes.
case
nickels.
earrings, broken promises,
rings,
books half read,
dead
bugs swatted
on summer nights.
who leaves
a dress,
a shoe behind?
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