packing up the last of the possessions, returning this
archipelago of walls and floors and cupboards and doors
to the new nakedness which we first encountered, with
the natural wear-and-tear of years now firmly attached:
each inhabitant’s markings.
do you remember the bare excitement of empty space?
we rush and burn to fill it up.
i wish just one room
could remain completely
to reflect our own capacity,
our truish open-ness.
we keep marching forward; we keep filling in the blanks --
the next kill-fee is waiting:
© 2014 Michelle Warner