Clothes
Some clothes I don’t wear anymore.
Some weird patterns all over.
Or just a stain from a cursed coffee mug.
The clothes which bring me to life?
Are:
My favorite florals.
Colorful.
I don’t even like green, but still…
Something about this type of green looks good on me.
Well worn yet still soft.
When I wear that lovely jean jacket?
My eyebrows unfurl.
Frilly headband.
Button down, striped shirt.
Orange pants with a purple belt.
I have everything I need-
Except those yellow shoes from the store…
So maybe I’ll get those and donate something else…
Anything else.
Someday.
But for now, I am open to new clothes.
Dear Old T-Shirts:
You’re still nice sometimes.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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