we aren't used to upheavals of this sort
of the painful digging out of our homes
we've already stashed so much of ourselves
in these burrows packing things away
in places out of sight we didn't know
we didn't think we'd need all these odds and ends
these little memories and all this junk
but now we're tearing them up by the roots
hauling everything out to a friend's truck on the street
extracting ourselves wrenching free leaving
with our tails between our legs and our hearts
still stowed away in a closet somewhere,
forgotten.
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