In the Closet of a Stranger’s Land

My heart is a clothing bag
stashed in the closet of a stranger’s land.
The hung costumes attack.
Treguna Mekoides and Trecorum Satis Dee,
my culture stabs instead of grasps.

Childhood was a slow dredge
on a fluted tin washboard.
Once I rode a chariot of soapy clouds
among roaring ocean crowds,
a schoolgirl steaming wrinkles from a dream.

Walked on the water the day of my wedding,
virginity sinking in the heavy scent
of dirty satin bedding,
my legs, a tangled updo
of sanctified placental seaweed.

Womanhood is for warriors, though.
Try adventuring with one foot free.
A sailboat readied
while the other foot anchors,
the other foot begs, Mommy!
the other foot buries itself
below the blood-drenched sand
until the coat hanger latches
and the heart attacks
in the closet of a stranger’s land.

© 2022 | K.Hartless

Artwork: ‘Memory the Heart” Frida Kahlo

I think this one still needs some polishing so any advice is most welcome.


  1. Some very memorable imagery here – ‘virginity sinking in the heavy scent
    of dirty satin bedding’, ‘I rode a chariot of soapy clouds
    among roaring ocean crowds’ = great depiction of both that vivid childhood imagination and the bittersweet aftermath of wedding night. Exquisitely written, K! ❤

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  2. “my culture stabs instead of grasps.” That really says it all for me. I enjoyed the multiple layers of this write, which connect to a crescendo of complexity and strength in its conclusion. Lovely write, K. 💜

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    • Thank you, Jeff. Our lives and are clothing are often layered. Thank you for this new perspective on it as it guides me to a way to perhaps tie this one together even more clearly. I am so grateful for your insights. 💜

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      • You’re welcome, K. It’s always my pleasure to read you. Delightful and always insightful. Oh, I’m glad this is so, it’s so much fun to share insights, and see what comes. Lovely. 💜

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  3. Some incredible imagery in here. I especially love the second stanza. It has a great rhythm and the last line really took my fancy. And then the rhythm come back in full force in the final stanza. So powerful!

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