Tomorrow is a new month,
a day closer to a point
when I can look and say,
"hey, it's a new me!"
(because these changes are gradual)

In celebration,
I woke up a little early
so I could box up some things
for my coming move
and then threw some things away.

I threw out a box of paper flowers,
still in the box
in which they arrived at my first dorm room,
as I'm cleaning my room,
and I'm also dusting
the corners of my heart.