our house is a different kind of museum;
the collection encompassing
what we chose to not throw away.
to your right, chipped mugs,
note the dark lines threading
through tea-stained ceramic.
over here, see yellowed receipts,
secured by a binder clip,
and dangling from a key rack
that houses no keys.
to your left, photographs,
stacked in plastic tubs
and hidden in creaking cupboards,
out of view.
Tiffany Babb: "I am currently working towards my Masters Degree in American Studies at Columbia University. My work has been published in (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, Third Wednesday, and Fickle Muses."
The Ekphrastic Review
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