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There Are No Fond Memories of the Garage Sale

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June 13, 2015
There Are No Fond Memories of the Garage Sale by KoppelDoppel has a rhyme scheme that feels absolutely natural.
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We sold the old maternal dress.
The round fade on the worn womb
was greyed and thin. Someone left

a hole unstitched, a hem unpressed.
Everything that went too soon
had stuck around: the old blue dress,

the rocking horse, the rusted wrest
we thought we lost. We never tuned
the baby grand. The sound it left

became a prank to play on guests:
a soundtrack for an empty room,
a child’s ghost inside the dress.

We’ve come so far from being pests.
The blood that rushed to soothe the wounds
our mother’s wooden spoon had left

is calm. We are ready to forget –
un-know the pain. We assume
our mother sold the dress,
as grey and thin as someone left.  
I have yet to be more proud of a piece than this one. Previously published in the 49th issue of Western Washingon University's annual journal, Jeopardy.
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wavesandbreakers88's avatar
Ahh! Love the rhyme scheme so much. The rhythm, your word choices, everything about this poem just sounds so good in my ears. Beautiful.