The dresser
Is more than a dresser.
Its many-compartmented form
A wooden reproduction of my mind.
Too many things clutter the shelves and crowd the drawers.
The charity shop cake stand that keeps my jewellery safe.
That wonky lighthouse I made out of cardboard.
The Chairman Mao alarm clock I bought in Wutai Shan.
Books, postcards, photos, trinkets, music, lamps and strings of lights.
Each object escorted by a tale.
A little like Tracey Emin's Bed I suppose..
the subject matter a little different.
I store my very self within the central cubby hole
Just as I did my grandparent's dresser
More than twenty years ago.
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