Even for once (It feels good to be unfeeling about things )

Driven by an unusual force,

I plucked off the rack

the magazines and books

reserved for “future” research.

And by my by-hook-or-by-crook resolution,

I painfully lifted the old TV set,

the VHS rewinder,

the karaoke cassette player

and others.

As if nothing before my eyes is enough,

I ripped open the dusty plastic bags

and one by one tossed to the can

many “saved” things

from discolored Tupperware to broken screws.

I should not feel anything about things.

Then, I opened the curtain to a familiar rack.

I slowly gathered thirty-one pairs of my shoes and adjudged their destiny --

The faded, the broken, the ripped and the repeatedly repaired ones.

More than half was exterminated.

After that, I culled the cute polka dresses

I could no longer wear,

some Garfield baby tees

I love to keep but not wear

and the “classics” I always wear

but should not anymore.

I slowly asphyxiated them;

They rested with my memories inside a black bag.

I may have murdered some rats and cockroaches in the process,

But then I have more dust-free spaces now as if I reclaimed a war-free zone.

And I must tell you, it feels good to be unfeeling about things even for once.

Now, I can welcome new things in my life.

Foot and Fire