Material Life

You are starting to understand 
how it can happen that someone
wakes one morning, looks around,
decides to start culling things

from shelves: duplicates of dented
pans, an extra half-dozen plates, winter
coats worn the last time, years ago,
when snow fell from the sky.

What are those glorious holes
in the night's tin sheet? After you 
tire of trying to finish work you've 
taken home, practice listening 

to silence settle into the walls, into 
the furniture, into the floor. Tell your hands
 to stop wanting to patch or stitch or clean. 
The eyes of things watch you. 

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