The Drawer

Then they grow up
and are like us
and our inheritances
which we hid

Those hand-me-downs tucked
below old underwear
in the sagged dresser
which needs mending

But moving it would
surely unsettle
the air into dustlight –
They sparkle at times

but not enough
to dampen our fear
of them becoming
just like us

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