because of Lent, the liturgical
season of giving up things,
of cleaning closets and daring
to see what fell between the
backboard and the drawers
But emptying the chest on Friday
morning, looking for the match
to socks thrown haphazardly
in, makes a kind of sense
that every space in my life
is emptying, needs
shrapnel distance
from explosions of
emotion and a safe
harbor from a storm
of my own unmet
expectations
© Valerie Bridgeman
February 16, 2013DRAFT/does not feel at all "done"
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