My Closet

Thankfully, there’s my closet to disappear in. I love to slide aside the hangers of flannel shirts and corduroy jackets and step in among them. Then I always shut the door to tingle in the darkness. I knot my hands together so they don’t lose the absence they carry, then close my eyes and hum softly and let that sound be the only source of light in the room.

 

 

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