A silver baby spoon sawn in half
A crystal stopper from a vial of dried up perfume
A father waving in a photograph
All staring at me in this jumbled room

Zero out
The count
Start it over now
Remains remain
But rearrange
In me somehow
And in these boxes

A broken Big Wheel and a silk bow tie
A page of homework red with teacher’s marks
I’ll cut the oceans from each map I find
And spill a sea of pills out of a jar

Burnt diaries
A bent car key
Fill a pictureless picture frame
Discarded things
Recombining
Until they tell their name
Their names

And if my fingers snag your jacket sleeve
Or catch the corners of your untucked shirt
A piece of you will end up interweaved
Within the boxes of a family’s hurt

Zero out
The count
Start it over now
Remains remain
But rearrange
In me somehow
And in these boxes