when i start getting rid of things,
i keep some more that i shouldn’t:
like when i say i will throw a box
of letters away, i end up keeping
the box and then what’s inside;
like when i say i will give my yellow
books away, i end up covering
them with all-new, shiny garb;
like when i say i will put my old
clothes away, i end up wearing them
for the last time to relive the then;
when i start getting rid of things,
they cling to me, and i oblige.