Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Junk
Up In my attic
down in the basement
are boxes and trunks
packed with junk
of a life that came to an end
in an alley
along side a highway
in ditches and backyards and empty parking lots of super box stores.
I collected them all
and I stored them all here
I even labeled some with names in marker pen that bled over time
a phone, a hat an over due library book about how to pick up women
a purse still carrying makeup, a hairbrush, tic tacs and cash
up in my attic, down in my basement tokens and trinkets
my private stash, undeniable proof of a life lived until it breathed it’s last.
When I sit in my kitchen, watch tv in the living room, before I fall asleep in my bed
I think about my attic, my basement
and I worry and fret, what happens when I run out of room?
What then? Oh my God what then?
Where will I hide my treasures of all of those lives once lived?
Slow down heart, slow down brain, down blood pressure I say.
There is always the shed.