unpack, repack, throwaway, it's not so much the things as it is the memories,
my best intentions of using things
of not letting them go to waste...
that's devastating
untold stories. unlived dreams.
I don't have any keys on my ring,
still saving a ring for somebody.
A heavy bag, a border crossing.
unpack, shelve things, make a place, it's not so much
the work as it is the identities
my best intentions of all I might be
Nesting, twisted pink and purple blue blanket carpet on the floor
Pink walls smattered with pictures of the world, an American flag
I've written on, a "King and a Kingdom"
Scattered clothes, books on the shelf
I'm not sure quite where the heart is, but
For now, this is home.
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