Moving in my forties
like having to extract
my own teeth with pliers
Look at all the boxes
staring up & down at
the me that used to be
young, strong, interested
How many states have I
loved & left wondering
what beautiful ugly
packing & dragging these
memories through thin air
those people I love/hate
No one to call on but
our last names & blood ties
& nineteen years that passed
without unpacking it
this box of wedding gifts
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