yard sale
a red crocodile duffel bag
from bath and body works
I used for my first church retreat.
inside it smells like
Lucky Charms and lemon toilet spray
“Kids’ Adventure Bible”
size medium shirts dad bought for me in case
I come down from
an xl
I can’t let go of my first webkinz
but I’ll let go of the second
and
an empty plastic crate and some limp file folders because last night I recycled almost all the school work I’ve hoarded since kindergarten and I know I know I just know
am I shriveling?
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Who knew that a yard sale could lead to such am exquisitely developed metaphor.
.oh yeah
.did you catch the 400 mile yard sale last weekend? yes, that’s 400 miles of junk. people come from near and far.
.i got not one, but two massage tables!
This poem is the best yard sale table ever! Loved finding all of your specifics, Katrin.