Rest Stop

Her bed isn't just a rest stop - more like a flea market, or maybe just a yard sale.

her bed isn't just a
rest stop
more like a flea market or maybe
just a yard sale
                (collections of things no one
                knew had ever existed)

books line shelves at her sleeping head
                favorites too dear to put on the
bookcase
or maybe just old ones too
boring
to bother with

drawers with her
pajamas
                underwear
                unmatched socks
handles half-detached
losing any splendor the brass
once held

more shelves full of knickknacks
                a junk drawer of sorts
strange jewelry boxes with no
jewelry inside
things to keep at hand        and things
to remember by
                a game boy and games
                a collection of photo albums
                of course – hairthings aplenty

on top the shelves even more wonders
                a gumball jar
                                (homemade and
empty)
                trophies
                a picture frame
                lotion and trinkets and
                a candle too
not to mention the alarm clock
which always goes off at six ten
exactly
                (though hardly needed to
                get her up in the p.m.)