Clutter, a poem written by Mickey Kulp at



written by: Mickey Kulp



he had exactly 48 things
in his stained suitcase

he had counted them

everything else was
in drawers or closets
resting quietly
like a memory of
the last time he cared

he left the clutter
as gently as the
spirit leaves a corpse

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