Garments

Garments Opened the wardroom’s door, suits and jackets worn so long looked like sad copies of me. Gave all my clothes to the salvation army, which gave them to people not unlike me. Too much textile is a heavy burden one becomes and snug in old suits losing interest in adventures. I bought a pair of jeans and a matching jacket, walked out at dawn’s first light, began looking for a horse, failing that a mule to transport me when I traverse the landscape of imagining, I’m a cowboy lassoing dreams.