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