Please

It’s time we decluttered our lives, throwing out entire objects and the tasks they don’t stop asking us to do, ripping them from one another’s hands, bits of flesh still attached like old price tags. They say to us: we multiply you in wood, in plastic and worn fabric. We say to them: outlive us please in some other place. Leave us like a singular tree or a rock that water flows over without ceasing, like what we imagine is a tree, a rock, like what we imagine is us.