Coat hanger’s arms obediently
hold what they’re given.
A butler dependable.
Never mind his dapper attire
and slick choice of hats.
His nubs for hands never
grow weary.
Never mind his slender build,
he never eats.
Free standing confidence,
not shut in a closet.
But he cannot move his legs,
he is restrained to his corner.
Should he dare take that first step?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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