dear little blue couch
made for two
how i love you
so many times we have sat
reclined
resting
working
watching
and the poetically unmentionable
dear sanded wooden table
stained with booze and food
sometimes seating 4
with a 5th one standing
how i love you
and your white stained legs
absorbing my words into your grains
absorbing my highs and lows
listening when the world was deaf
dear big mauve washing machine
that clunkers and bunkles into the night
hopping cross my bathroom floor
like a mad rabbit come to life
how i love you
giving me a place to rest my head
when its tired from life's spin cycle
you bounce across the tiles reminding me that i am alive
dear photographs on my front door
frozen perfect moments of days printed onto sheets
half swaying like sentinels upon entering and exiting
how i love you
always whispering to me
"remember?
remember us?
remember when?
remember how you felt that day?
look at where you are right now"
remembering when i forget
dear knick knacks collected from a close to decade's worth of wandering
collecting dust
solid in your sentimental worth
how i love you
having carried you across continents and oceans
and back again
having packed unpacked repacked resettled you
each one of you a sort of talisman of a life well lived for an age so young
dear objects inanimate each and every one of you
paintings
drawings
works of art
notes written
moments taken
moments stolen
mugs smuggled
28 year old pair of pink argyle socks
bears whove been more places than most humans
dear objects inanimate
each time i wonder if or when or how
somehow one of you comes to life to say
"its real it happened
everything now will be ok"
objects inanimate
how i love you
-- kim thompson. seoul. s. korea. friday 4 feb 11 17.52
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