Summary

"Estate Sale" is an ongoing series that ties memory to the marks on objects we leave behind. For these specific pieces, poems written about daily objects I grew up with have been typed on stationary belonging to my grandparent's restaurant.

Transcript

I wonder what they did
to your old waterbed, the one
with the duct-taped thermostat
on the side.

Is that the sort of item you label
kitsch — dis-assemble and pile
onto the curb?

Or did it get wrapped, carefully
carted and hauled to the highest
bidder?

Does it too trace the patterns
of a different-colored ceiling
and wonder when
this became home?