Dead Salvage

And soon
I’ll sell the old house
that used to be
our home… but
first I’ve got to get.. his books out..
to save..
his leftover clothes,
his flip-flops, two shoes,
three tables, chairs,
an induction cooker,
an iron trunk, the small TV,
the memories..
and mounted eulogies of our guardians…
the walking stick
he kept
from his father, who
was swallowed there as well.
I think
I’ll burn his
lone bed, the one
where I used to sleep
as a child
betwixt its parents, so
that no one else
touches it!

 

 

From Book IV

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