The Closet Poem by Russell Edson

The Closet

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Here I am with my mother, hanging under the molt
of years, in a garden of umbrellas and rubber boots,
together always in the vague perfume of her coat.

See how the fedoras along the shelf are the several
skulls of my father, in this catacomb of my family.

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Russell Edson

Russell Edson

Connecticut, United States
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