Cleaning out closets I find
irregular wonders— Linen-

wrapped, someone’s chalky tooth
in an old jelly jar; rubber

ring under the lid now brittle
to the touch. Cash in pants

pockets! Folded diagram,
blueprint for a perforated

organ: in whose house does it
live now? Whose voices chorused

on this blanket, under stars?
Clever charts, discreet gauze

whose function was to staunch: do I
roll them to their terminal points?

Do I keep them, throw them out,
use them again? and what parts?


In response to Via Negativa: Proverbial.

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