Seems a lot has been said about this hole in the wall that keeps your
laundry until you wear them.
My closet was a coffin for my stinky shoes to be on the floor under a rod
of hangers of hanging pantaloons gathering the odor in their cuffs spaced
between wrinkled starched dress shirts and proper coats under a shelf of hats
or boxes to store away when the door was closed.
The daily wear was strewn about on chairs and hooks for easy deposit.
Out of this box in the wall came out more ghost than any expected.
‘Coming Out’ of the closet became a mantra for everyone from women to
blacks to gays to whatever cause became popular. Like opening a sieve, the tree
huggers and the nuke busters and the weapon protectors and the alternate sexual
referrers came flooding out.
Each battled each other with anger and hostility and little rational.
Even all the organizations and groups who spread the word of ‘GOD’ have
not been able to agree on peace.
Maybe it is time to close the door?
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