I grab myself some boxes, a fresh marker with just the right kind of scent, and ambition.
I start with a big box and label it, 'Things For Later.'
Into it go
My ping-pong paddle,
Next I grab another box and label it, 'Breakables'.
My glass golf ball,
Another box, label it, 'Useless', 'cause I'm a pack rat.
My old shoes,
I grab a box, label it, 'Love'.
Your favorite glass,
Your best look,
And I toss it into the fire, because no one wants to see those every day.
A rather small box, label it, 'Broken'
My antique marbles,
My favorite memories.
I grab a box, label it, 'For Later'
In goes…damn it, where's my mind?
I seem to have lost it.
I shrug, look at all the work I've done, and decide to sit back and rest. Tomorrow I'll call a friend to help, but for now I'll just piece together the shattered days.
No glue necessary.