It's late, but I wanted to give you another poem from Andrea Scarpino.
Saint Marty is going to bed now.
Detritus
by: Andrea Scarpino
The teeth you removed to brush,
pennies you scratched across
lottery games. Paper cups
you filled with grapes. Cheerios.
Bolts and nails sorted by size.
Tie clips, cuff links, miniature
American flags you pushed
into button holes. Jelly jars full
of sand, pieces of Hadrian's Wall,
Parisian cobblestone. Vitamins,
pills for thinning blood, vials
of insulin, gauze bandages.
Old address books, notepads,
outdated stamps. Piece by piece,
a life reduced to garbage bags
that could belong to anyone.
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