Clean Getaway by Maria Taylor

eiffel tired

i go    through emotions
like

a pile of clothes   on the floor.
the closet broke,
the

wooden pole  split
in half

from the weight  (it
couldn't

hold on

any longer) and  so i wade
through

deadly pieces,
sleeves and shoulders on the floor

beside my knees

and
they all blur together.
so

many colors, so many folds.
i

build my world
around

the buttons
and

i try

to hold it    (all)   together...