A place for everything
Seeing your life in pictures
So frighteningly historical
With a clear beginning and end
And filled with necessary blindness
The landscape of your manufacture
Generating a fainter definition
One of courage sprayed with remorse
In sync, now, with the rain falling on this pale street
The damp gray of the photographs leaving
Holographic stains on my memory
And faint rectangles on the kitchen table
After you left that night
I put the photographs away
Not knowing it was your last meal
Scattered across the living room
I remember how you liked to put the dishes away
Put away put away put away
There was a place for everything in your life
Almost everything
Still, as the faintest of rectangles
Disappear imperceptibly in your absence
There is no place for this
As with everything now in your evaporating life
There is no place for this
-Peter Ciccariello
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