Monsters, though not in our closets, in our drawers,
folded into piles and stowed beneath socks, hid
behind sweaters and other winter clothes. We’ll find
folded into piles and stowed beneath socks, hid
behind sweaters and other winter clothes. We’ll find
them one day, outgrown, with worn out hems
and out of style, old, with the brands
brushed off. We’ll never know who has hushed
that crow, that lion, that rat.
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