I am defenseless.
\nI leave the door unlocked.
\nMy life is like a curio shop,
\nboxes, magazines,
\nan attic full of forgotten ribbons,
\nheirloom roses,
\nold sweaters.
\nThe years stored like will-o-the-wisps,
\nfeathers,
\nafternoons and evenings.<\/p>\n
I wonder where everyone is?
\nSurely, they went somewhere
\nand will be back.
\nFill the place with laughter
\nand shouting.
\nOr is this what\u2019s left?
\nDoes winter come
\nand leave nothing behind,
\nexcept roots buried in the earth?
\nFaces so fragile they resemble roses,
\nand people so dear,
\nI kept no list of their names?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am defenseless. I leave the door unlocked. My life is like a curio shop, boxes, magazines, an attic full of forgotten ribbons, heirloom roses,…<\/p>\n