Poetry

GarageSale

G-SALE!!! SAT/SUN 8-5

Hey!

It’s a garage sale… everyone’s welcome.

Signs all around the neighborhood.
Chalk bread crumbs.
But they don’t guide you out of a forest –
they lead you to my house.

Concentric circles
of my most sentimental treasures
laid out on the lawn.
Zoom in. We see:

a tiny anvil,
a bottle full of feathers,
a broken robot,

a heavy glass paperweight filled with imperfections…
bubbles of air trapped since 1983.

Hey…
Thanks for coming.
But, i’ve changed my mind.

I want to keep it all.
I’m sorry.

I made all of you promises I couldn’t keep.
Offered love I didn’t have to give.

I mean, to be fair,
you’re only here because you wanted something.

Do any of you even like me?