Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

My undies and socks are in compartmentalised stores, Situated in drawers, from ceiling to floor. Under the stairs there’re seventeen more. My craft cupboard spans an entire wall. Each bobbin, each pin, a space for them all.

If you care to apply some scrutiny To my collection of records in the attic you’ll see I sorted them chromatically. My winter clothes are in vacuum packs, My ties and my shoes? Their own special racks!

I’ve a special drawer for my cutlery; It has separate compartments numbering three. A tool box, a hat stand, a cupboard, pantry, A seat box, a toy box, one for costuming, My passion for storage is all consuming!