Chest and Drawers

Your ornate doily
Matches your china pattern
Just perfectly
All those things shoved into your cabinet
Neatly; shoved

These accents and nuances
All together separating every detail
So far apart
You almost can't tell
There are chips in the china
Stains in the cotton
Perfect; flawed

In that transparent cage
We think everything stands out
So we hide the inconsistencies
Turn things ever so much this way
And that
On the off chance that someone might notice
Forgetting all the while
The doors are solid
And rarely opened
Protected; naked
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5.6.11