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Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Garage Sale

I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning

like an orphan’s. Or the one knives carve into bread.

But the un-broken bread song too. For the song rivers

sing to the ferryman’s oars — with that dread in it.

For a threadbare tune: garroted, chest-choked,

cheap. A sparrow’s, beggar’s, a foghorn’s call.

For the kind of song only morning can slap on love-

stained sheets — that’s what I sold my mother’s bed for.

The one she died in. Sold it for a song.

From A New Hunger by Laure-Anne Bosselaar, published by Ausable Press, copyright 2007 Laure-Anne Bosselaar. Reprinted by permission of the author.

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2 comments on “Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Garage Sale

  1. leegazelle
    January 27, 2021

    Wow! That was a garage sale l wish l saw the sign for. Must have been hard to put a price on the bed. Oh— it brings up so much pain and sadness. I love garage, tag sales and flea markets. Unlike
    Chain stores, every item has a story.

    Liked by 1 person

    • loranneke
      January 28, 2021

      Thank you — and yes, that bed had a story. Alas, a sad one…

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