Poem of the Fortnight: No Reverse
Poetry of the Fortnight is back! At least for the time being.
Needing to maintain closet equilibrium
I must weed my wardrobe,
feeding first the blue
then the red
into the shredder.
I love these shirts,
especially the red,
a hand-me-down Old Navy
with floral motif
that looks Japanese
and goes with nearly everything.
Soft cotton jams the teeth.
I stop and try to back it up, pull them out,
wonder why I’m doing this.
T-shirt necklines cut beyond repair,
too late to change my mind.