today, reckless boxing of porcelain and books,
ate a package of Ry-Krisp, flipped her small TV on at
seven, famous wheel spins, funeral home called, played "Take
Five," then preferred silence and sill creaks,
opened sardines, heaped her clothes in black leaf bags
for Goodwill, a man phoned selling rice, tomorrow I have
to disconnect childhood phone number, line dead
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