Tchotchkes

When we move from place
to place, stake our claim as home
only to pick up and
repeat in a years time, to
rearrange, fill an empty space,
it tests our flexibility, our capacity
to fill new dimensions. We cling
to such silly things, trinkets
and familiar objects, like
talismans against the strangeness
of our surroundings. We place them
on shelves and bedside tables as if
maybe, if we keep them in sight,
we might believe
this is home.


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