2012-07-04T00:48:35-07:00July 4th, 2012|Relationships|

The little things I left behind

When I imagine my own death
I don’t think much about the lift-off
or whether I’ll come back as a Greek man
or get my wings

I wonder instead
how everyone will try to make sense
of the little things
I left behind

like who is Robin
on that post-it note
with the illegible phone number

why did I own
so many calculators

and what was I planning to do
with that roll of cloth
all those purple birds and olive tractors
confused everyone

I will tell my husband tomorrow
just in case

none of it matters
you won’t find me there
I was careless with objects

I am here
like a safety pin
to your soul.

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