micropoem for the day: moth

Don’t you just love it when you open up your closet door and out comes an insect. I often wonder what that fellow was doing in the closet. Discussing the weather. There is no weather in the closet. Even during a hurricane. ‘Course if it’s a tornado and the roof goes, there’ll definitely be weather. Maybe the guy is discussing politics with the shirts. Who’s going to win the race for the mayor of the dirty clothes hamper? Maybe the guy is talking about the infidelity of the pair of white socks. How the white left sock ran away with the right purple one. Or maybe he’s a stand up comedian. “Did you hear the one about the shirt that shrunk? She was all washed up.”

hanging out in the closet
with shirts and pants


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