Things in the bag I got from your house after everything:
One mordant red IOU sex booklet, never used
A tub of I can’t believe it’s not butter!
that you got me because I didn’t really like yours, much.
Black shiny heels and a pair of shoes I never wore.
Ponytail bands, probably strewn across your floor.
A black knit hat, dotted with crumbs from your couch:
leftover constellations.
One contact lens case, one flip flop, an earring,
all yearning.
And at the bottom,
as if by accident, as if on purpose
your grocery receipt from the night I left
LG EGGS 0.99
MF BREAD 4.19
SWB BAGEL 2.50
etcetera,
all the things
I used to bring you
just because
I could.
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