That Closet Door

There’s a hanger in my closet, it’s been empty for some time

It use to drape my fear of queer, old-fashioned that hemline

There’s a hanger in my closet, that pleads for drapes once more

It calls when in the company, of key to closet’s door

A key shaped by a town, a mold I never fit

I slammed that fucking door, yet I’m back in that closet

Mind to Unbind, 2016

the world written

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