The waste to be carried to the curb,
the sand gritting up the car upholstery,
and the scruff of your morning beard
on the tender skin of my bare neck.
Bright blue plastic bins of cellulose
images, stacked and Perma-Marked;
YouTube videos, Facebook posts, and
blue ink fading in my leather journal.
Sara's first red velvet Christmas dress,
Sam's collar and dog tag, Dylan's dalmation pajamas
and letters and poems from lost loves,
pages curling back onto themselves.
Barth, Bellow, Oates, Wolfe, Eliot, Shakespeare,
Chaucer, Niffenegger, and King. Books for kindling.
Roll up the oriental carpet; smelt the garnet, the wedding
bands, the keepsake ornaments.
Keep the palm press, three presses, when we
could not speak; Keep laughter that shook tears
from our eyes; Keep the tough times eye-to-eye, or
holler to holler when we faced it together.
It's the only way I know to ask you to stay.
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