The Move

In case you hadn't heard-- I am moving. Given that this statement is based upon the location of my prior dwelling place I am inclined to clarify that while I will still be attending college in Portland my family will be moving from a house in Graham to a house in Lakewood. This process involves the purge of my entire childhood's worth of random belongings, a process which has proven equally terrifying and liberating. The other day I took a break from packing to write about it.

Worn

7-25-14

Angry music as I box myself

The tape’s invisible strength rivals that of my fear

Misshapen piles of material time

Gather dust on tall shelves

Where even the shadows cannot reach.

Stepping stools initiate the purge

Followed by black plastic closure-

Uninhabitable and yet overflowing.

Childish tokens of times long past

Persist with worn edges

And cut through and through

Until

Blank walls are covered in cascades of dust

With only the shadows 

For decoration.