All day and night I drag along my single bed
dressed in a flowered comforter and a
ragged bookshelf and drawers with
dolls and pencils and some bracelets I made
as a kid at summer camp.
I drag it all on the rope
that was tied around my waste. Come inside,
see the books i never returned
the old music box and the stain on the rug.
Kiss my lips, then grab a few drawers and a
shelf or two. They won't feel so heavy to you.
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