Stuff Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When did your stuff,
Suddenly...
Become better than mine?
To accept and tolerate.
I thought we had something,
In common between us.

'It wasn't sudden.
I use to feel that way too.
But...
I began to notice over time,
You had more stuff than me...
To pull out of a trunk,
That got too funky on me to dump.
And I had told you,
I had 'some' baggage.
But a truck load of it you actually had.
And my own stuff is more than enough,
Just for me to handle.'