CLOSET
by Kirby Wright
copyright © 2001



Ludlow Press Poetry

Closet

A row of thin selves

hangs in my closet,

cleaned at the strip mall

down the block.

Yesterday the magenta blouse

with khaki skirt.

Tomorrow the Navy suit

or pants with a vest.

These skins on wires

belong to someone else,

someone who has become

a creature of joints

with yellow fat

anchoring the heart.

I dated in those black dresses

hanging in back. 

Hooks are 

questions begging,

Who is this person

alone on the bed?

E-mail: kirby33@earthlink.net

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