#32 indoorkid: A pineapple of glass you once gave me,
When first our love was dawning in my life.
I threw away. I didn’t need to see
This souvenir from when I was your wife.
Your grandma’s samovar I think I’ll sell,
Along with other trappings from our past
That keep me all consigned to a hell
That once had been our future’s heaven vast.
If I do rid myself of all these things,
Our furniture, your Persian rug, our bed,
Stuffed animals, old gifts, our wedding rings,
Then will you stop inhabiting my head?
My home’s as good as anyplace to start
To try and exorcize you from my heart.
