“trinkets” by Olivia Stearn

i wasn’t allowed to touch it.
that pile of receipts, buttons
and loose change.
just sitting on your dresser
asking to be touched.
i never got to learn
its secrets.
now the cheap wood paneling
is coated with dust.
sometimes i write your name
in it.

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