From the Fishouse

Behind the bookcase is a balled up tissue
A safety pin and the fur of a now dead cat
(I don’t think I will clone him)
There is a price tag for parts
And a key to my old apartment (hello!)
This is the birthplace of sneezes
The depository of receipts
Condom wrappers (yippee)
And coins coins coins coins
Here is a ticket stub from the ball game
(Row HH) a quote from a roofer
The business card of a dwarf
(My father had me shake his hand
At the side show) three bobby pins
A toothpick, a suit button
Here lies a pen with a lady
(She’s naked upside down)
Mold resembling a fruit peel
A postcard of the Rockies
(How’s the weather down there?)
An aspirin and a root beer barrel
And a matchbook with a number
(I did not write the name)
To start a fire