tagNon-Erotic PoetryCloset Tannenbaum

Closet Tannenbaum


Six wire hangers,
lots of twist-ties.
Lots. Don't forget
the masking tape.

Everything binds
together. When
I spread the hangers
into a tree, he says

Industrial! Minimalist!

Our eyes smile

at my amateur marvel.
Tiny lights. Little jewels
twined in gold garland.
It's a feathery necklace,
conical, too big to ship,
so it shines from a berth
on the speaker, and we
watch it shine.

He bends over me. Red, blue,
green, purple sparkle.

He says
You smell so good.

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