Like Suitcases
stuffed full
closets hide
what we expect
not to see
life is not always
as we see it
sensory sensitivity
makes me stuff
shame under carpets
in shoeboxes on shelves
into trashbags
Let me get through the day,
I will deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.
Probably the best closet poem I’ve read yet. I love the lyric rhythm of « stuff/ shame under carpets/in shoeboxes on shelves ». Fine work.
Nice. Indeed closets hide what we expect not to see.