
Estate Sale by Christine Butterworth-McDermott
My body is an emptied house. Here, you can cradle the soapdish of my skull. There, my sighs stand among the dirty glasses by the sink. My dreaming, tagged ceramic dogs priced well over value. Here, are the clothes I used to wear, rolled out on racks, on parade with high heels and earrings and the buttons you unbuttoned and the belts you unbelted. I … Continue reading Estate Sale by Christine Butterworth-McDermott