My mind has cleaned its shelves.
\nIt has dusted and washed,
\nand thrown out its ornaments,
\nsmells of last night,
\na year ago,
\nalong with a woman\u2019s smile
\nsaved for special times,
\nwhen I\u2019m sad
\nand have no place to go.<\/p>\n
Good times thrown in boxes,
\nbirthdays, vacations, trysts,
\ndreams that melted in telling.
\nEverything gone,
\nfragments of letters, receipts.
\nThe place has a hollow ring.
\nEven the air is empty.<\/p>\n
I am a new possibility of sorts.
\nI can comb my hair in a different direction,
\nchange my attitude,
\nsee things with a vanilla flavor,
\ntake up dancing.
\nFor that is what a mind is,
\nwhat\u2019s in it,
\nwhat\u2019s cooking.<\/p>\n
The shape of things to come
\ninside wishes,
\nand yes,
\nwhen you know everything
\nhas been given away,
\nyou meet the day without pretense.
\nAnd the first thing you need
\nis someone to hold,
\nwith lips
\nas hungry as your own.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My mind has cleaned its shelves. It has dusted and washed, and thrown out its ornaments, smells of last night, a year ago, along with…<\/p>\n