The bag, the jar, the box by Rachel Tremblay

The list was long
As soon as you ran out of one
You added another
Seeing the bottom of the bag
The jar, the box
Shelves clean and empty
Ready to be clad
But that clang in your pocket
Was just rocks
And your bowl was full
At least once a day
With grain and hot water
You should be glad
You told yourself
Instead of bemoaning the way
Life kept you whole
Despite the holes
That drained you
drained you dry
But you still have a list that’s long
You still have your endless desire

And that’s worth something

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