Finding skeletons from the past that have somehow managed to hide in the dark corners. They’ve gathered dust and cobwebs, and forgotten memories.
I found my shoeboxes filled with dead barbie dolls, some half naked, and plastic miniature silverware, things to play house with. I dumped them in a plastic bag.
Pictures from past homecomings and proms. All awkward. I was never really photogenic.
Trucker hats I never wore but thought were cool. They never seemed to mold well onto my big round head.
Old penpal letters that I never replied to. We have Facebook for that type of things now. Although I do miss the thrill of receiving mail.
High school report cards. Damn it, Maraby.
I found art that I should’ve thrown out long ago. Art that was made for me. They’re still very nice, like, really cool, but they don’t illicit the same emotions they had a few years ago. I stuffed it into the recycling bin.
Dust, dust, and more dust.