How to Carry a Bag of Tears

An instructional guide

I don't really know who I think I am writing a poem. It seems as much of an interior design job as it is a leaky pipe I can't fix. If it's coming out of my brain anyway, I might as well organize it in a way that looks nice.

One of the things I love about making my own house beautiful is that I can shop from what I already have. I dig through the storage closet. I move things around that are already out. And then, I just redecorated my house... for free.

My poems are my before and after, except with thoughts and words. I'm trying to organize the hoard in my brain.

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