Stuff

Humans,

I don't know how we do it,

accumulating so many things

with such inadequate capacities 

to keep them

or let them go.

We pay just to have them stored away

in places we never go,

we pay rent for displacement

of belongings

not to view 

but to just know that they're there

or forget entirely what's ours or theirs

out of sight and out of mind

at least we don't have to be denied

or tortured undecided.

In our locker

on the third floor 

of the U-Store

I become a whore 

to my inner hoarder

and stock more 

than there was before.