I found a rock
and I saw a smile in the crack of its surface
I found a sock
and I saw the careful stitches in the holes of its arches
I found a paper bag
And I saw the taped edges in its square shape
I took it all and tried to unsee
A rock, a sock, a bag
A human, it’s thoughts, and it’s rags
I am not a collector
I am not a benefactor
Maybe I am just a defector