(moving day)
I have gutted the inside of my heart
Thrown out the dusty shit memories
And wrapped the fragile ones
In old newspaper
I separated heartache into a trash pile
And a donation pile
And I threw some guilt into the fireplace
To keep the place warm
Since the heat had been turned off
I packed up hope
And when there was room at the top of the box
I tossed in some doubt
To use the box to its full advantage
And I labeled the box
“Brice. Assorted nonsense.”
When we backed the truck in
Unlocked and lifted the door
The first thing we packed
Was my past
We spent a good half hour
Figuring out where to place my conviction
I wrapped the top
Of my glass emotions
With some packing tape
So they wouldn’t spill on my temper
And catch fire
I nearly broke my back
Lifting my self-esteem up the stairs
But a couple friends lended their hands
And of course
I paid them in beer
My awkwardness wasn’t heavy
It was just awkward
My dresser drawers were empty
So we filled them with some loose creativity
I didn’t really have anywhere else to put it
The drive to the new place was quiet
Except for the occasional sound from the back
I was a little worried my soul might have broken
When I heard something scratching
And a loud crash
But we lifted the door to the moving van
And sure enough everything was fine
My ego was a bit bruised
But I don’t know if that even happened
During the move
The new place was smaller
I had to put a good friendship in storage for now
But god
Someday when I’m wealthier
I mean wealthier wealthier
Not you know
Wealthier wealthier
I can’t wait to take it out
Find a place for it
Between my laughter and honest
Maybe hang it above a mantel
Frame it in trust
We emptied the truck
Swept it pretty well
And took it back
And sure enough
Empty clean carpet
Became the callouses of my feet
White white walls
Broke into ribs of my rib cage
Grey dust and brick
Lit up like embers of my heart
Burning off the boxes we used
To move me somewhere else
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2013
I wish there was a ‘love’ button for this one. A favourite.
Thank you! This is day one of this 30 day project so I hope you’ll check back often!
Amazing, mindblown… can I reblog this one day?
Any time you’d like, dude.
Reblogged this on thesewordsiwrite2012 and commented:
I don’t reblog other writers’ pieces… but this one is too thrilling not to share!
Fuck..you are so clever!
Aw, thank you!
No thank you..your blog is my fav!!!
I hope you don’t mind, but I just reblogged this piece… I HAD TO. There’s so much I got out of this post!
No! There’s nothing I love more than when people reblog my stuff!
That is so clever and moving all at once. Brilliant!
Moving. Haha. Get it?!
Reblogged this on floatingwiththebreeze and commented:
I’ve never reblogged anything but want to share this piece I’ve just read at Flashlight City Blue. I think it’s brilliant.
Wow! I’ve just reblogged for the first time ever. I hope you don’t mind.
No! I don’t mind! Thank you!
Brilliant! No other word for it.
Thank you.
Great post, I really loved it.
Thank you.
Ya just don’t know how good this is. The rest of us do.
Thanks, Julie.
Great piece. All those images making intangibles tangible. Best moving story I’ve read.
Thanks, Ellen.
Just grand x
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incredible vision. thank you.
Thanks, Meggie.
this is just amazingly good, I haven’t been able to connect to piece of writing like I did with this in quite a while =) thank you for this
Aw! Thanks!
Reblogged this on The Scarlet Lesbian and commented:
Having gone through a bad marriage, an ugly divorce, and the starting of a new life, I can relate to this in so many ways.
Thank you so much!
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I can see I’m not the only one to love this. Great message done with humor thank you.
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All moved away, but heart and mind remainedthe same, though bruised a little but not really hurt..again the ad has come to support, :get care and info for support at all stages” those who post ad on your post, does realize your potential to score, I find it amusing and sweet, how youkept fire burning still
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Wow, really excellent poem! Your style reminds me of Billy Collins; very accessible and easy to move through, but no less potent and thoughtful.
Wow. Never been compared to Billy Collins before. Thank you.
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