We Must Move, to Keep Moving
I’ve had my eye on the place since we arrived here
With the farm in the background and the little peaked roof —
A small container, contained.
It isn’t glorious.
Cigarettes and meats and lottery cards
Cinderblock walls
From another time,
Holding onto a thread of what was
Sitting.
“Four sandwiches a day is not enough
Fourteen would be okay.” He says
and,
“You wouldn’t have to do anything —
Comes with everything!”
Dusty shelves with —
Lady Shavers, pink
Beige Phone with Stretched Cord in a Box Lid
Folders, Orange and Yellow
School Construction Paper, Faded
18-Pocket Lounge
Christmas Decorations
Old Stationery in an Old Stationery Display, Dust-covered
Between the Mortons and Campbells,
Mixed Pickle from Northern India, One Can
Can you smell it, do you understand why I want it?
I imagine a nice transformation, a tangling of time,
Make a braid, and
Open our doors.
Our.
Doors.
Faintly, I Remember
Unimart
“A pack of Marlborough Lights,” I asked, in my little voice,
I was little.
It is where we got the birthday card with the joke we didn’t understand.
My mom always waited outside.
Deli
In the same strip,
My dad picked up bagels in the morning
We weren’t allowed to toast them because they were still warm
I definitely understand all the wanting!
The small container image gives this a sharp ordinary texture.