I am not a packrat, I am simply an amasser—
from old turquoise canning jars to Gran’s antimacassar,
fishing floats and wingback chairs and antique wind-up clocks,
flatirons and coal shuttles and rusty keys and locks.
Don’t think I’m a spendthrift. I get the lowest prices.
Gross extravagance is not one of my main vices.
I simply value furniture and tools from the past—
in this throw-away world, I crave items that will last.