They lied, those
memories of stuffing
garments __________________________________________________________...discards every trace
of noble attire and
elegance to become
an unworthy member…
into bags,
hauling them away.
Stepping
into this closet -- ______________________________________________________...opening up a
door for the word…
maybe
for a final visit -- _______________________________________________________The doom is nearer
now: it is at
the door; it has
lifted the latch.
here
they are, back on hangers, jammed
tighter than ever, dense
as the tar baby, _____________________________________…just sat…looking as cute
as a button and
saying nothing at all.
as
the briar patch. ______________________________________________________Drown me! Roast me!
Hang me! Do
whatever you please…
Impossible
to penetrate or
even to turn around.
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