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GARAGE SALE

I sold her bed for a song.
A song of yearning like an orphan’s.
Or the one knives carve into bread.

But the un-broken bread
Song too. For the song that rivers
Sing to the ferryman’s oars. With

that dread in it.
For a threadbare tune: garroted,
Chest-choked, cheap. A sparrow’s,

beggar’s, a foghorn’s call.
For the kind of song only morning
Can slap on love-stained sheets –

that’s what I sold my mother’s
Bed for. The one she died in. Sold it
For a song.

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Poem GARAGE SALE - Laure-anne Bosselaar