Inheritance
after Cassandra de Alba
Slivers of soap marking years like tree rings
fused into a pillar;
a collection of clown figurines glowering
over the duct-taped couch;
glass, marble, and plastic eggs
embossed with Florida
and Eloise;
jars caked in ancient dust, a coffee can rattling
baby teeth, yellowed newspapers barking
the end of the war
one day
all of this can be yours
Jesse Rice-Evans 