I’m publishing a tiny poem here that I wrote six months ago. In October, my neighbor and friend Mo Mo committed suicide. And in November when they were cleaning out her apartment, I adopted her furniture as my own. When I brought it home, I cleaned it off and opened the drawers and found a few odds and ends… I took inventory in my journal…
Things in Mo Mo’s Drawers
A sunflower
seed. Some dry
grass. A broken, fake
nail. Two wooden
blocks duct-taped
together.
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