Bedroom

By Khadijah Anderson

Your shirts hang
in our closet

stoic and straight sleeved
exactly half way between

the floor and ceiling
reliable and calm

Against the wall
my bookshelf of poetry books

tipping over, not arranged by author
tabbed and dog-earred

with your great unread giants
Blake and Borges

I have put your books with mine
to steady them, fill in the holes

My clothing in the closet
spills over to your side