bon iver.

i cleaned out my closet today. it's weird how much people like their stuff (myself included). even stuff that serves no purpose. maybe-ripped stockings. old doll-house furniture. sewing mishaps. clothes that don't fit me, have never fit me, never will. cds i never listen to. porcelain figures from the rose tea packages. boxes of things that i love, that are broken, that need super glue. badly patterned scarves my nana gave me. purses with ripped linings. shirts that need buttons. jeans that need patching. pictures with someone's thumb in the frame. earrings that have lost their match. beads. stickers. letters. every year i throw them away and every spring i find them in my closet, back from the dead. kristin's right, bon iver couldn't be better for these things:

Sold my cold knot
A heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow --
Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
Color the era
Film it's historical

My mile could not
Pump the plumb
In my arbor 'till my ardor
Trumped every inner inertia
Lump sum

All at once
Rushing from the sub-pump
(Or so the story goes)
Balance we won't know
We will see when it gets warm.