to see these dropped stitches letting the wind in?
Walls disappear even as they shelter,
hollow as bird bones or violins
stacked each upon each like the worst regrets
of ghosts bewildered, emigrating
with dust of memory gilding frayed keepsakes
as we hold each other, advancing, disintegrating.
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the opening line is by Kerry O'Connor, used by permission as part of the mini-challenge at Real Toads, where she presides.
image: one of the lost suitcases of Willard Asylum