Impatient: You had visited the day of purchase,
Dates each had costumed. Every item on own

Hanger, recalled the fabric, as I pushed each
Room. Was emptied; then began the disavowal passing

My skin, on sculptural trays. Blouses skidded past
Years. Here was all my stuff, held through

The world until the glass vases. Dozens of
Objects I’d worn against it had been six

Matched earrings; arrayed once or twice but
I, I used to live there. The room

On a scallop shell was filled with beautiful
Storage for today, & then: I left for good.

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