cluttered
raze
sift
through
the
mess
of
inert
matter
that
litters
the
flat
face
of
your
dresser
,
and
in
the
thick
of
the
expected
assemblage
of
receipts
and
dusty
plastic
tombs
for
glasses
with
prescription
lenses
that
have
outlived
their
usefulness,
you
might
find
a
string
of
plastic
beads
dug
out
of
the
dirt
that
pockmarks
a
public
park
,
the
watch
you
wore
when
you
were
too
young
yet
to
feel
time
falling
away
from
you
,
a
conclave
of
elastic
bands
(
some
snapped
,
some
still
intact
),
pencil
shavings
sheltered
by
a
clear
red
plastic
canister,
a
thermal
sock
with
a
hole
in
its
soul
,
and
the
phone
numbers
of
friends
who
have
all
forgotten
your
name
, scrawled
on
small
squares
of
coloured
paper
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from