Poetry

Lease

by Margaret Christakos

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Impatient: You had visited the day of purchase,
Dates each had costumed. Every item on own


Hanger, recalled the fabric, as I pushed each
Room. Was emptied; then began the disavowal passing


My skin, on sculptural trays. Blouses skidded past
Years. Here was all my stuff, held through


The world until the glass vases. Dozens of
Objects I’d worn against it had been six


Matched earrings; arrayed once or twice but
I, I used to live there. The room


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