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Closet Contents

Last spring I cleaned out my closet

And all the skeletons it fit.

So now all you'll find, left behind

Are some tattered sweaters,

With my fragile spine

Hung neatly on the rack.


I am the ghost in the mirror.


dh 07.22.23

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