Extra Poem

There you are
extra poem
hiding in the bottom
of the drawer that holds everything
from a random collection
of bottle caps
to my aunt’s passport
which expired in 1973
the latter of which
is actually quite amazing
as my aunt
has never lived here
It’s time for you
to come out now
so say goodbye
to the subway transfers
and the single grey sock
I never remember
having seen before
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