Autumn clothes
from old websites
in my drying machine

 

Thin cardboard box
with pictures of face creams
now roaming nearby

 

Handful of tissues
collected from drifts
many tears and lunches

 

Careful library
of things
I haven’t gotten around to

 

Where would I keep this
very big pad of paper
if I were Critch?

 

Don’t eat the pepparkakor
just because they are there
I did and regret nothing

 

Moldy washcloth
my mother gave to me
I wash it