For Posterity

Coin-worn pockets
Stapled to the wall
For posterity.

Lemon lip balm crust
And bits of the label
Balled up on the mantle.

Soft echo of a well wish
Rolling around
In a dried up bottle.

Flecks of spilt paint
Preserved between panels
Remember their color.

Thinking stool, turned table,
Half-turned kindling,
And last used for an idle gnaw;

Notes scratched on it
With the broken handle
Of a soft-bristled toothbrush:

“Initials hearts initials”
“I remember better”
“Think I’ll leave”

What looks the print
Of a half-dragged boot
Over the softly rotting threshold.