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Posted to Poetry
by StarryClaire on 2002-02-10 18:02:00
Permanently marked
Cardboard boxes
Aligned side by side in neat shelves
Of a newly white washed closet
They are an epitaph of a past life
Permanently marked
These gargoyles
Loom in gothic
Mockery of history
Beckoning to my Swiss army knife,
Beckoning to their return address
Permanently marked
The boxes are reminders of yesteryear
Their contents wait to trigger new pangs
They wait to trigger fragmented recognition-
Into the complexity of my own contents
