the closet we share Rene Matins
"This half of the closet
is
mine," you say.
"Collared shirts with collared shirts T-shirts with t-shirts
All the shades of blue together
All the shades of green together, Etcetera." I
see everything neatly on hangers
Each
in their specified place.
At the bottom are structured rows of shoes Dress shoes, tennis shoes, red shoes,
new
shoes,
Organized fitting neatly in the space.
My eyes move
from the rainbow your
shirts create,
To the tornado mine generate. The helter sketler mess of entagled hangers Imprisons my clothes making it ALMOST Impossible to free them.
A bouldering mountain
of garments
Capped with a snowy white t-shirt burys my mismatched shoes. The condition of our clothes is as contrasting
As our personalities. I
look
"I'll
at
you, smile, and say,
clean
it
up."
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