closet :: prev :: next :: the closet door popped open this morning and all the varied things i had stuffed in there over the years came flooding out like a raging, tormented sea the house is normally swept clean the furnishings are sparse and well kept the sun shines in to reveal not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere still, from time to time i'll find various items lying on the floor on the table hanging from the lamp and puzzled i'll ponder from whence they came but not too long and then quickly remove them and carefully with my shoulder to the door stuff them in the closet out of sight out of mind in the periphery in the past no longer part of who i am no longer a thorn in my flesh joy, joy, joy, down in my heart there were no foot-falls this morning no creaking of the door knob without warning or provocation someone opened the closet door and as i ran to see what was all the noise i again found myself neck deep in a thousand smelly knick-knacks i thought i'd never see again © 2003 (14 may) john r. chase
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