I take to the local
People Who Care
the slow cooker
the food processor
two boxes of unsewn fabric
seven boxes of magazines
the handmade drum
and the second
armchair
I sell the freezer
and the electric
guitar
turn out
of their pots
the seed-heavy herbs
quit trying to compost
and give away the bin
I dream my hair has grown long again
In the mirror I’m horrified
From A coat of ashes