I can't even remember what we kept in that closet.
I remember taking photos with cell phones in front of it.
Maybe coats and jackets, maybe pants and sirens.
Look behind you and you will see how broken those doors were.
Smiles get left on floors.
of kitchens, of dresser drawers, of subways, and more.
what did you tell me to remember?
I forget.
We march and we march with tired, wired, storybook eyes.
but tonight we remember.
wooden pictures frames and the 6 train.
Your eyes make me die, still, a cold sweat on your ceiling.
because of life reveals.
see the inside. sometimes.
turns out, nothing you thought is real.
suffering succotash.