Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Hoarder's Psalm






What else do you label a box that is at least partially packed with bottle caps and sea glass?  I refuse to call them useless, it's part of nesting.  The aggregate I keep to help me feel settled.  They shine in my eyes with moonlight as I try to sleep.  Imagining a life as fulfilled and long and deep, as a french kiss with eternity.  I am disposable too, and understand discarded things; so I collect them to journey with me.

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