Tidying Away
Thirty years of documents, notebooks, letters;
packing myself into a black plastic bag:
the defunct Michael; unfulfilled,
forgotten, abandoned Michael.
The Michael that was clogging up the box room;
I'm fucking him out;
ambitions, cares, memories:
all of it.
Shelves emptied
to a new tidiness,
a smaller Michael;
space.
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