Lazily left where she hung them
for this moment home to spiders,
tattered silk is food for worms,
shredding skin in dust piles
The itch of her carpet bag
grazing my memory
inside the detritus of a last shopping trip
a broken earring and copper change
imprint fingertips now lost.
I pull on her hat sharply
straw nibbles my ears
pass your scent to me
so I can remember your soft wrinkled hands
and a dry lip on my cheek.