Imagine you could watch
everything you don't need
spin and twist, float and fly down to the
ground,
like the toys you slipped through the bars
of your bedroom window, thirty-two stories
in the sky.
You would keep going,
until you had nothing left to throw.
And now you don't know if you remember
that day because of how it felt to let things
go,
or because knew why the doorbell rang.
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