the closet

i can't get
another coat into
the hall closet,
not another pair
of winter boots
or shovel, or
umbrella. not one
more can of paint
will fit onto
the floor, or pair
of gloves and hat
on the top shelf.
a tangled string
of christmas lights
is stuffed into
a corner.
it's full now.
i'm almost afraid
to open it, everything
might come tumbling
out, including you.