(no subject)
It’s not that I’ve set out to accumulate things, just like to have it all
and in one place so that I can see it, know it’s safe. Anyway,
I’m cleaning up and out, and wondering what is a proper cemetery
for what used to mean the most. Surely not the same garbage
pail that eats what never was more than a candy wrapper.
I feel the need to have funerals for things, love letters obviously
but also old cds, certificates of appreciation, parts of speech like prepositions
poetry & Brooklyn never use, loyal shoes, brave coats, the cotton way he feels
about me. I know it’s cruel to prefer one love over an other but I do,
I prefer you, and if I have to trash that I won’t without a
wastebasket woven out of gold wire. Where do I draw lines
if we’re abolishing revision? Must I start all over every single time?
and in one place so that I can see it, know it’s safe. Anyway,
I’m cleaning up and out, and wondering what is a proper cemetery
for what used to mean the most. Surely not the same garbage
pail that eats what never was more than a candy wrapper.
I feel the need to have funerals for things, love letters obviously
but also old cds, certificates of appreciation, parts of speech like prepositions
poetry & Brooklyn never use, loyal shoes, brave coats, the cotton way he feels
about me. I know it’s cruel to prefer one love over an other but I do,
I prefer you, and if I have to trash that I won’t without a
wastebasket woven out of gold wire. Where do I draw lines
if we’re abolishing revision? Must I start all over every single time?