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I can’t get rid of that –
the purse with the angel emblem
from a store that no longer exists.
My sister gave me this.

And I can’t toss the old cameras either,
like the K1000 my father gave me.
It taught me how to see

The clothes should be easier to shed,
but what about the nurse’s cape
my mother wore in the Korean war?
Though it hangs collecting dust
with whom could I entrust?

Please tell me what to do
with old collected things.
Please tell me how to part
with the things that crowd
my closet and my heart.