Why I Am Such A Pack Rat.

***I understand that this really isn’t poetry of any kind, but this is the way it came out of my head.  Take it as it is.  This is why I am such a pack rat:

One may come to wonder

if my brain is held together

by bandaids and duct tape

with all my memories

seeping out,

or like a firefly in a jar

with the lid in my hand.

So many of my memories

would have left me for good

if it wasn’t for bandaids

duct tape and tupperware jars.

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