Estate Sale Next Door
by Chloé Yelena Miller
The items compose a dead language.
A rhythm beats.
Crystal chandelier; sparkling, red heels.
Through Joan’s window, my childhood.
I spy objects
we were compelled to collect.
I spy objects
we were compelled to collect.



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