That closet on the wall
set on the wall
he looked at me impassive
with shelf irony
In the throes of anxiety
I went and came back
realizing that she was always there…
How long now
that wardrobe gave me
daily nirvana lessons?
That closet on the wall
set on the wall
he looked at me impassive
with shelf irony
In the throes of anxiety
I went and came back
realizing that she was always there…
How long now
that wardrobe gave me
daily nirvana lessons?