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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Poet: Russell Edson (Russell Edson Art)
Poem: The Closet
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