Everything Must Go

We took the leaf
out of the kitchen table,
made neat Jenga stacks
of books and possessions
and other odd entities,
like matches, stacked.
I can no longer speak
for the things you would
like for us to keep.
So I flipped a coin,
a cartoon character by a fence
no smoke coming from
my coffee-burned throat.
Meet me at the park bench
and wet paint sign;
everything must go.