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Your covetous hands undress

My possessions with creased

Dollar bills. A callous scythe

An arbitrary ellipse, you have

No regard for my anachronistic

Sentimentality. It’s been two

Years, time to scrub the chalk

From the hardwood floors

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There goes my spleen plucked from

A backless picture frame and there

Lies my inky heart tucked into the

Sensational headlines of a failed

Marriage. Inside that shoe box a

Pair of testicles, never been used. Had

They been, perhaps I wouldn’t be sitting

Here knitting sweaters for all the unborn

Children imprinted inside my sterile womb

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Swinging from my neck a fiend’s tongue

Noose, words exchanged, blighted by

Expletives and expectations of psychic

Servitude, turns out that two incompletes

Impoverish exponentially. Turns out that

I was not the mistress of his moonlit

Engagements, that honor I’m afraid

Goes to my sneak thieving sister

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You’ll find me piecemeal in every

Purchase, a torn fingernail, a raven

Hair pinched off rootless, a failed

Leukocyte. Sometimes we shatter

And for a dime you can cash in on

My sideshow holocaust, better

Still take it all free of charge

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22 thoughts on “Yard Sale

  1. that is harrowing… my eyes are wide open..
    wow.. great writing and the way you have used words to create such a vivid picture… amazing! 🙂

  2. my slide show holocaust…there is more here than a yard sale, but they are interesting if you think about it…pilfering through someone elses memories to find something we like…little pieces of them…great extended metaphor in this…

  3. so much of people lives dickered for ten cents on the dollar…this is absolutely awesome…I will never stop at another yard sale with the same emotions I have always had…”I wonder if I can find something of value”…it all has value…value in the memories. Each item … a story.

  4. Oh wow, this is powerful and enchanting. Yesterday I left a comment in one of Helen Valentina’s posts saying it was the best poem I had read that day. Now this is definitely the best poem I’ve read today. Thank you for this great writing!

  5. What the hell?! Seriously do not know what to say about this.
    “Sensational headlines of a failed

    Marriage. Inside that shoe box a

    Pair of testicles, never been used. Had

    They been, perhaps I wouldn’t be sitting

    Here knitting sweaters for all the unborn

    Children imprinted inside my sterile womb”
    Soooo powerful. I’m a bit awed by you 🙂

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