Moving

MOVING 

If we did, of course, we would take 

you with us, at least this you 

and this me, if you catch what I mean. 

We’d have to leave here, you 

understand, someone waiting in the bathtub

for a towel, another with a paint trowel

still wet in their hands and big plans

to tackle the basement come spring, full

of the many people who did and said things

in this shelter for saying and doing. 

We got the biggest van they have 

for moving, but from what I gather 

there’s no box big enough for all 

the selves who lived here once,

those old ones who have put their foot down

and absolutely refuse to leave.