Why do I keep you
I say to the dress
that doesn’t fit
that never has
and hold it up
to admire its sheen
then hang it up
in the closet again.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dress, holding on, poem, poetry on September 22, 2017| 3 Comments »
Why do I keep you
I say to the dress
that doesn’t fit
that never has
and hold it up
to admire its sheen
then hang it up
in the closet again.