Prized Possessions

what a curious concept

it is

possession

“the state of having, owning,

or controlling something”

controlling something

“an item of property;

something belonging to one.”

something belonging

we buy insurance to protect

a thing

that unnerving sense of possible loss

sheltered

reimbursed monetarily

to only be replaced by

another thing

a possession

emotionally attached to what can

be replaced

will be, undoubtedly

eventually

a date with material

that belongs to me

I want to belong

so much so

that the hole that remains

deep, profound loneliness

lonely

masked through the purchase

of things

possessions

a sense of order

ordered control

the locus of self, returned

through this act of

thing

something

a bit of matter, shaped

formed into desire

scratches away

urge to purchase

to own

to make my one and only

prized possession

to fill that loneliness

with material companionship

with plastics and fabric

which

will end up inevitably in a landfill

but not before

I fill its special place

with another possession