My closet door opens on its own,

exposing my lack of organization and

preponderance of

stuff.

 

My cats love it.

They plunder the bags of yarn

and leave string trails

of forest green and fuchsia

throughout the house.

 

I took out all of my skinny clothes and

put them in storage bins under

the bed, and wistfully visit them on occasion.

 

On my last visit, I realized the cats

had peed on them. What message are they

trying to communicate to me? That my aspirations

are stupid? That I should have let

the skinny clothes continue to mingle with the chubby stuff?

That I should be content

with who I am? No, not that… But

 

I just cleaned it up, sighed, and walked away,

closing the closet door that

popped back open before I had even

reached the hallway.