with comb and salted butter,
tin can of sardine fillet.                       
I dropped it there. I put away
the knife and plate but left
the stick of butter there.

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with a quarter segment
of an orange, and a pool                     
of plated chain. I pooled it there
next to the pliers that I used
to render them. I left them there.

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with reaching arm
and purple cabbage in a jar.
Shadow of a ceiling fan
against the chair.                    
A topaz-looking bracelet
on my arm. I clasped it there.

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with red plastic inhaler
and a cocktail glass –– I bought
a pair –– it has an orange,
undulating stem. A mint leaf
on the windowpane.
I left it there.

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with straight edge
and open flame. A bobby
with a thumbprint of my hair.
A dislocated office lamp.
It fell out of my head
and landed there.

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with half-potted plant
and jar of glowing chili oil.
Potato sprouting
purple sprouts.
Because I couldn’t throw it out,
I left the litter there.

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with can-opener and bleach.
The blender’s ancient, toothy base.
A receipt on thermal paper
for a can of Pam.
I put the ancient pitcher
in the wash and left it there.