Before he’s back
I’ll walk to the hardware store
at the hardware
store I’ll buy brackets to hang my shelf
from my shelf
I’ll sling my garbage necklace
next to my necklace
I’ll place Phil’s prayer hand candle,
the little vase
from Montana, pictures of the ones I love
I’ll take my
vitamins, do push ups, watch the rain
I’ll think of
home and wonder where it goes
I’ll sleep alone
in the borrowed sheets (now mine)
and check my
phone, and hang the mirror up with tacks
that looks like
jewels –
because it’s difficult to belong
to anyone or any
body
my self so self
included
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