i was twisted into a shape i never agreed to. someone needed to reach something behind the radiator. a key. a ring. a lost earring. they used me and left me like this. crooked. wrong. almost useful. i'm not a hanger anymore. i'm a question mark made of wire. every time you open the closet, you see me. every time you need to hang a shirt, you pick a different one. i am the hanger of last resort. the wire of broken promises. try to straighten me. i dare you. i'll snap before i'm perfect. like your patience. like your aim after 3am.