(old and used)

(Excerpt from Silver: 4 Connotations)

Poem by Jena Ardell

Wooden coffee table
slick with dew
A rare roadside treasure
free to those who can haul it away

Two giant
wet glasses stains
in the center
accented by
silver spills
of God-knows-what

The voice inside my head
“Take me,
make me new.”

Originally published in L.A. Weekly, 2/10/12, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED