Smaller by Laura Purdie Salas
Life shrinks
Without a home to live in.
It shrivels until it
fits into a
torn grocery sack or a
holey old suitcase.
until it is itty bitty enough for you to
throw your socks, your comb, and
your dreams
into that sack
flat out fast
when Mama snaps,
"We got to move. Now!"
My life has melted so small--
Soon I expect to disappear completely.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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