to my friends:
Matt Robinson
i am a chest of drawers, antiqued.
out of style and awkward.
work me open - struggle gently
with my resistance: sticky compartments
that (have) refuse(d).
pull me ajar and
fill me with woolen sweater memories
(folded neatly),
safe and worn.
hide your fashion(ed) disasters
with me.
i will sit in the corner and be functional;
i will compliment the wallpaper.