The Kalopsian Wave

7/7/25 By Sarah Olive (the poem mentioned in my previous post)

I thought you should know some dumpster diver, having recognized them as the only true items of value, 

fished them out and set them lovingly aside the bin next to last week’s leftovers and the empty tin of nicotine pouches

I hope you don’t mind but l’ve picked through the glittering shards of your love and misplaced shame and washed your misshapen children in my kitchen sink

now their crooked bottlenecks and clumsy sloping bases house my toothbrushes, perfume samples, pencils, eyebrow spoolies, and tweezers

I admire your clay pots, daily,

like a mother admires her child’s handiwork magneted to the fridge knowing intuitively that the hairy squiggly yellow thing hanging in the corner is the sun and those two stick figures towering 

twice the size of the house in the background make up the family, standing slanted, stilt-like, and most importantly,

in the foreground

Anyway, this is just to say,I have you scattered throughout my home and I think about you every day