Attachments Poem by Shane Clawson

I settle into bed

Although its 3 in the morning,

My determination to fall asleep

Is in full force

But I'm failing.




Boxes: packaged books I couldn't put down

Boxes: folded shirts I bought on clearance

Boxes: dated, over priced year books

My history: sealed and prepared to load up when I step on to new ground.




Boxed in space

A new beginning awaits

Will the morning after I surrender

And leave my key at the door,

That the change of scenery affect me

Any part of me contain

Any attachments to the nails, the ply wood or plaster making up the house

Contained my youth and maturation.