Architecture
We put our pasts
in our pockets where they
rub up against loose change and ghost stories.
They mingle with the confetti of every
laundry list,
want ad,
parking ticket, and
fable
that we have used to explain and confound our lives.
Truth rubs off and leaves formless
tokens that we stamp with misremembered particulars
and implausible circumstances.
Counterfeit materials to construct skeletons
on which we hang new biographies.
Fragile bones
lying our secrets into existence.
Originally published in Loose Change, Ghost City Press, 2023
Published on The Laundry Line, 25 Feb 2025
