limbo

the wind has blown my house down— upstairs has collapsed into downstairs, and the whole structure is unsound— I'm running around trying to salvage what I can, what I want to keep or sell— it feels like kind of a relief that my options are limited, that the entire upstairs and basement are ruled out by the structural damage, and as I hurry through the wreckage, collecting this and that, I realize how little I truly need or care about, although the process goes on and on seemingly all night long.