hangers

nobody cares about the direction their hangers face
but we still make sure they face the same way.

My clothes for this hot season are set: Four

2 black, one has white stripes, 1 gray–

oh one more gray– isn’t that the one your dad lent me?

And one rouge for when I wanna go classy..

These are my clothes.

I don’t put much thought,

maybe because I don’t give much chance

to myself

But one rouge for when I wanna go classy..

Sit among the people in nice restaurants with

straight spines who do not

care about the direction their hangers in their closet face as long as it’s set tı be the same

But mines never face the wall.

And my hangers, if they could talk, with light in their eyes would tell me: Thanks for not breaking our spines!