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in the closet

I want to walk thru like Narnia was on the other side

like it went to a safer place, or
was itself a refuge

door closed, hangers roosting on the rod like plucked seared birds, floor softened with layers of grampa’s clothes, scented with his body in the long ago times when things were only washed when they were dirty, not when they’d just been worn

now that’s something I can get behind- less laundry, longer wearing clothes, a less desperate mind