December 16, 2012

Wardrobe


My clothes all
hang closely together,
keeping secrets,
silently waiting,
knowing if
I'm gaining or losing,
what lingering scent
I might be using,
whether I'm
better off
left undressed,
when I won't
be needing them,
anymore.
They all feel
what has been worn
the most, will likely
be thrown out first,
who has been taken
to the cleaners,
kept spotless,
for my most important
presentation,
my acceptance
into an old family,
so well-suited
for the occasion.

12/12/12