Warehouse





"A list, after all, is an incantation." ~ Lia Purpura

Stay with me a little longer. There's such
a little space between one edge and another.
These days, we all feel smaller than any
dream of a begging bowl carrying one spoonful
of rice. Nothingness is a body that the tide
carries so easily into the sea; or that the ovens
turn so quickly into ash for someone else's
anointing. But we'll walk six miles to take
a sack of powdered milk for a sick child.
We'll divide rice grains into empty water
bottles. Every warehouse will be
a subdivision of all our common
longings. We'll take turns delivering
what we can to those in need.

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