on an archeological dig
in the southeast corner
of my basement
i found an emptiness
in the exact size
and shape
of my childhood
the boundaries were
vaguely marked by small walls:
a few remaining animals,
dolls (only the sad ones),
laminated hand prints,
and 110% A++ spelling tests
folded carefully in a trunk
was a small, soft gown
near certainly the symbolic shroud
for my age of femininity
(generic stock definitions applied)-
beneath a tiny purse, a miniature vial
of scent capped by an opaque dove-
a fragile sliver of gold laying claim,
equally fragile, that i belonged
to a large man who helped
make me-
what i am today
marvels at these ancient trinkets,
building stories around
their placement, wondering
at their significance
taking samples of the earth
built up around them
for later testing, questioning
the validity of carbon dating
as applied
to myths.
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