by Daniel Schall

When her grandmother died
my wife inherited the padded silk
clothes hangers,
the name of her grandmother
written on every neck
in thick blue magic marker,
reminding her, as the fabric
of days folded smaller,
what belonged to her.

Daniel Schall is a poet based in Pennsylvania. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Elysium Review, Anthropocene Literary Journal, Philadelphia Stories, Thimble Literary Magazine and many other journals. He can be found on Twitter at @Dan_Schall.