Chest of Drawers
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Last year on Saturday, I buy her chest
of drawers unassembled. The blueprint muse
describes, details, diagrams, draws -- so few
mistakes are made -- the metal-ware, compressed
and treated chipped-wood, paper backing board,
I organize on kitchen tile in neat
platoons like soldiers. Snap-locked, hammer beat
it sits beside our lumpy bed and hordes
a life of platitudes her folded clothes,
her cotton tee-shirts, blue-jeans, underwear
that traded in and out still bear the scents
of mothballed, childhood, attic fashion-shows.
It cabinets costumes, jewels, and hats she wears
outgrown like love and other discontents.
Tags: Poetry Love Cabinetry Dispair