i don't feel very
whole these days
that specific sticky
dusty feeling all over
my palms neck tilted
sideways running the
tips of my fingers down
rows of plastic cases
"oh are you over
there looking at
music again?" you
sigh but it's not
the kind of reproach
i need to defend
myself against because
you know i always do it
and i don't think you
really mind how long
i take because once in
awhile i'll find one that
you like or that i'm so
excited over you can't complain
and then we wander
through rows of
scratched dressers
winding our way
around old doors and
molding strips that had
a better life once
chairs and desks
dinette sets and hutches
a little bit of this
a little bit of that
a little bit of something special
laughing over
strange items
ugly clothing
even art pieces
and for an hour or
two i can feel the
stuffy secondhand air
between us clear
we usually don't
buy anything or if
we do it's not much
because neither of us
happen to have very
much extra cash
but once in awhile we'll
find a fifty cent mug
potato coasters
a solid wood end table
or a nice cd rack
a piece of someone else's past
and i'll load the
furniture into
the van if you let
me keep the change
i like thrifting
because looking at
items with unknown
history puts the
present into
perspective
gives us a reason
to go out something
to laugh about over
the dinner table
to agree about how
nice that cabinet is
or to disagree about
how ugly wicker is
instead of what
the other is feeling
because everything
is subjective whether
it's trash or treasure whether
it's mine or the next person's
and i don't feel very
whole these days
but on the other hand
i'm not yet in
the attic of the salvage
shop on the corner
and neither is
our relationship
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
i don't feel very
whole these days
that specific sticky
dusty feeling all over
my palms neck tilted
sideways running the
tips of my fingers down
rows of plastic cases
"oh are you over
there looking at
music again?" you
sigh but it's not
the kind of reproach
i need to defend
myself against because
you know i always do it
and i don't think you
really mind how long
i take because once in
awhile i'll find one that
you like or that i'm so
excited over you can't complain
and then we wander
through rows of
scratched dressers
winding our way
around old doors and
molding strips that had
a better life once
chairs and desks
dinette sets and hutches
a little bit of this
a little bit of that
a little bit of something special
laughing over
strange items
ugly clothing
even art pieces
and for an hour or
two i can feel the
stuffy secondhand air
between us clear
we usually don't
buy anything or if
we do it's not much
because neither of us
happen to have very
much extra cash
but once in awhile we'll
find a fifty cent mug
potato coasters
a solid wood end table
or a nice cd rack
a piece of someone else's past
and i'll load the
furniture into
the van if you let
me keep the change
i like thrifting
because looking at
items with unknown
history puts the
present into
perspective
gives us a reason
to go out something
to laugh about over
the dinner table
to agree about how
nice that cabinet is
or to disagree about
how ugly wicker is
instead of what
the other is feeling
because everything
is subjective whether
it's trash or treasure whether
it's mine or the next person's
and i don't feel very
whole these days
but on the other hand
i'm not yet in
the attic of the salvage
shop on the corner
and neither is
our relationship
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