Rummaging

I brought this trunk

with stuff to unpack.

There’s a bunch of things

in here that I need to

unload.

I’m just going to open this

large steamer trunk, right here

on your living room floor,

if you don’t mind. Of course

you don’t mind.

Let’s see; here’s my old

broken heart, a cracked

mirror, a tube a glue, that

hat I thought I lost the day

she left me.

Oooh; here’s that loyalty

card from the sub shop that closed,

I was one hole punch away from

that free sandwich. Here’s the

love tester, still broken I see.

Here’s an old tee-shirt from that

short lived garage band, “The Megladons”.

Here’s my ray gun, random mismatched

batteries, a magnifying glass, a Kit

Carson comic book.

A cheese grater, used effectively on that

old broken heart, her hair clip, a high school

love note, a doodle of a man weeping on a

park bench, study notes for The Old Man and

the Sea.

I think this is all worth something right?

I can put it on the table in your garage,

put price tags on it all? I think it’ll only add

to the glamour of your rummage sale, for sure.

It’s the stuff of life.