Piles

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Expectations
keep piling up in the apartment of my mind
Like piles of someone elses dirty clothes.
Dirty jeans, socks in odd numbered collections,
flannel shirts, a polka dotted party dress (not mine),
torn jeans, a tuxedo (no way), a leisure suit (maybe).

I keep
stuffing them back in the closet, tossing over the balcony at night,
leaving them in front of the empty 4G unit.
AC/DC Concert t-shirts, black bikini, wrinkled travel slacks.
Wedding gown (used once), surfer shorts (used too much),
cowboy duds, napkins, towels, boxer shorts with cartoons.

Big plastic bagfulls
I drop in the Goodwill dumpster.
Some of that stuff might just be my size.