Estate Sale

The first humiliation is waiting in line on the brick walkway, which is bordered in boxwood and leads up a few steps between pillars to the open front door. This is my first estate sale. A freckled man from Chadwick Antiques sits on a stool. He lets a few people in as others leave. They come out unsmiling, lugging lamps, end tables, chairs.

The women in front of me chat about things I pretend I’m not thinking: I want to see inside...

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About the Author

Marlene Muller is a teacher in Seattle. Her poems have appeared in Cistercian Studies Quarterly and Pontoon: An Anthology of Washington State Poets.