Twinkst the HangersbyVictoria_Lucas©
I have overflowed my house
and now hoard your closet
love. Living in twinkst the hangers,
slothed in a fishman’s sweaters,
I breathe you in threads.
a fibrous union that even bleach
would not threatenate? No.
For soon as joined, a carpet made.
Here amound the shoeless
but soulful thmupping
is this, your closet, Love. Wear