• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 09
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Cassette Tape

I found it in your things
with all your report cards
and your first communion
prayer book-
you kept everything
all the little scraps and odd objects
that might have once
been important
now only husks
that echo the shape
of your life
like the feel of a stone
smoothed by water–

you left me
one unmarked cassette tape
that could have held anything--
music, the messages from
your answering machine,
a hissing silence,

or your voice–

I haven’t played it
but I carry it in my pocket
keeping all potentials open
a wedge in the door
between us