things you find at the bottom of a drawer,
at the bottom of your heart,
you’d just forgotten they were there.
strange artifacts unearthed—
an unsent postcard
the summer my uncle died,
by someone i can no longer recognize,
even down to the handwriting.
who writes so much on a postcard?
a plastic box from the jeweler’s
my aunt’s scrawling script;
inside, a tarnished sterling silver chain
a tiny ruby charm.
and in case you were wondering
when you lifted its lid:
the silver is real
the stone is real,
let there be no doubt.
oh but what’s this?
vintage paper ephemera
once tucked in a letter
once crossed an ocean
tells hansel and gretel’s story,
how there were crumbs to follow
how they happily found their way home—
printed in west germany, it says
as if i would not have known.
then a mixed tape—
what year was i listening to genesis?
home by the sea
or home of the brave,
I never knew.
decades later i think i do.