While putting some things away Poem by Marie de Quatrebarbes

While putting some things away, I recognized her dog's expression in Clint Eastwood's

it was a jagged porcelain cup, in the Japanese cup that

first came the kids

then there was a parakeet she was telling: it's late, go home

she was afraid when I was alone and night was falling

the month prior, she remembers I called her one night, from the empty park; the lights were flickering but I was drunk

while the piece of furniture falls apart, the one where she keeps the Japanese cups that ‘granny' gave her; preciously, I conserve my tears where I imagine them