Here's A Hanger For Your Thoughts
Here’s A Hanger For Your Thoughts
These hangers that I work with, they are wooden with a strong, shiny, silver hook. They hold shirts and bras and dresses and flannels. Jackets and hats and tees and sweaters. We take them from a box, untangle them from each other and shake them off, rattling one by one- holding the cusp of our thoughts.
I think of asymmetry and I think of smoothness as I finesse the clothing. My mind is calm and anticipates the next fixture that will be like mixing paint to complete a color.
But the hangers are tangled. Hooks intertwined and inverted. Strappy dresses twirled around thick shirts like chiffon fro-yo. At last my thoughts sizzle like a curly ginger Afro and I shake the hangers in my hand and yank the thick dress out of the tangled strappy dresses which pop off leaving just the mess of zen injustice, mismatched garments scattered on the floor, and my thoughts at a new place. A place of frustration, tiny agony, and of a self-help guide for when to keep your calm at the work place; how to groan under your breath so the customers around you won’t hear you.
A hanger for your thoughts Place them here On this rack So you can look back at them And see your peace See your piece See what you can master See how easily you get flustered
Hang your thoughts up Let everyone see them If you can’t Then who are you? Who are they?
What is it?