There is a plow coming through,
approaching faster than yesterday
a fire hose ignited by a Ring Master
threatens my slow moving finger tips

In his other hand is held a bright whip,
or is it just the sun rising on this new day
calling attention to the center ring
where artifacts are assembled

I remember when all of these arrived
with laughter, satisfaction, gratitude, love
now deciding what must go feels so permanent
severing through lines, stories ending

Now this theatre begins—a party of one
no anesthesia, tears are expected,
apathy encouraged, imaginary friends
are of no use—your inner dialogue got us here

Remember, this is just a problem to solve
the proxemics of space—like solving how to fit
a house into a thimble…So seize this day
Let’s start with the box of VCR tapes