Stuff
What do I take with me? Apart from everything or nothing. Things I don’t keep pull on me. What is this empathy I extend to them? An old letter tossed into the recycling. A shell abandoned to the garden. A hat I never wore. There are gravities here. I let go of them and I let go of….what? I don’t want to say pieces of myself. But it seems I’ve extended myself by means of these things. Or they’ve extended me.
Attributes of Things
Put enough
pieces
in proximity
and a gravity
takes hold.
Possibility tightens
as truly as a wrench:
a wheel might not be
just a wheel, or
a gear a gear, but
velocity disassembled.