to clean out my closets.
both
literally and figuratively.
it's time
to unburden
what has been burdened
as the well worn
word salad speech
goes.
i swipe away the cobwebs
to get to the
boxes
and boxes
of anxiety
and shoes.
old clothes, old sentiments
and feelings.
from
top to bottom,
the high shelf,
the floor, everything must
go.
thread bare suits,
moth
eaten sweaters, love
strings
torn,
a basket full of her
ancient ruse.
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