Junk

Piles upon piles of dust and mold
Gather in a large closet up in the attic,
Where junk of memorabilia resides
Untouched for years   as I scan the heap
Of treasures accumulated: a prom's corsage
At 17, shelves of dresses, high-heels that
Tell me now I have grown four sizes larger!

Paperbacks circa 1980, eaten by bugs
from a  Literature nerd in grade school...
Journals   theater souvenirs looking like
Fossilized antiques from medieval ages,
Along with broken  Parker pens and oil
Tubes defying a frustrated artist,
With drawers of lace, beads, threads
As glue guns ( in yellow) stick on interior- design
Folders: then to reach out for music records;
Dollars saved in a jar as a novice in advertising:

Oh the thongs , underwear kept in cedar boxes--
A vision of  dates with sleek metro princes,
Discoing on  till they turn into wimpy frogs...
How chlorine scent jams my nostrils as I clear 
The unwanted pile-- mounds of pile that 
Stain my dingy face   my hair a  rocker's mop.
Die as I flood you with ammonia !   
Not the keepsakes...but those stinking fungi!



3/2/2017
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