Agata Palmer

Decluttering

I had this bitter-sweet moment with mountains
of shredded paper, of all things!

An immense critical mass of monochrome
processed tree cellulose,

of previous professions, past diaries, events,
outdated love letters.

There it was, tangible and so last century.
A stack taller than me.

A tower of paper certainty that there is now
more past, than future in my life.

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