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Closet Dindi Poetry by Kenneth Pobo

When she died, mom cleaned grandma’s closet out, plopped hangers on my arms I carried to the car. 5 minutes. Done. I might be over with quickly too, everything handed over and sold cheap, my closet holding onto one sneaker that, got away, me cowering under a lace.

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CP3 Understanding  
CP3 Understanding