“Worried? Oh I’m not worried”

I am.  I am very worried.  No one else is, but I am.  They’ve been cleaning house and leaving what they don’t want on the sidewalk.  It started with books, old hardcover titles acquired at book signings but not worth keeping anymore.  Another morning it was an old milk crate with seventies soul music.  It was picked through and empty by noon.  Each day there are boxes or piles of things from a different room in the house.  They are methodical in the divvying up.  No one else is worried because the fighting has stopped and a For Sale sign is up.  It’s not a big house, but there are so many boxes of stuff.  They are purging all the memories of their togetherness.  I worry one morning the kid will be sitting in a box on the sidewalk.

8 min in bed, 6.1.13,

source:  The Paris Pilgrims by Clancy Carlile