I Adore My Piles of Clothes
I am a semi-hoarder; not quite there yet, but on my way
because I love having things sit around in piles.
Piles are a comfort to me.
If you put my clothing into drawers I may not find them again.
Thus, I have a chair pile, a clothes tree pile and a bathroom pile.
Not to mention the guest room bed pile of clothing.
These are my favorite things to wear.
I am able to get them when I want them.
They are easy to find; because I can readily see them.
Someday I may have developed into a true hoarder.
I will have muskrats living in the living room
and a family of raccoons diving under the beds.
I may or not see them or the beavers in the bathroom
based on how high and deep my piles have become
Today I grab up my favorite orange sweatshirt
and celebrate my piles.
Closets and cupboard drawers are not for everyone.
Certainly not for me; I have lost more in there
than I have ever found.
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