At thirty-one, I moved my stuff into cheap storage.
The clerk wore gloves inside her cubicle, her parka on,
her puppy chewing rawhide on the floor. Before I left
I snapped a photo with my phone: a laundry basket
filled with lampshades and shampoo, my kitchen table
upside-down, my blue […]
Read more of this post
No comments:
Post a Comment