“WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?!”….
i have an event to go to this evening.
and maybe future will flash before my eyes.
i needed to look like a brand new me.
surviving in the city with no job,
on a serious budget,
i hadn’t etched “new wardrobe” anywhere in my priorities.
my father would be proud.
he always insisted i learn to budget.
he would give me money in the morning,
and by that evening i either had a:
or a video game.
he use to say:
“money doesn’t grow on trees.”
i wanted to say:
“of course not silly.
it’s growing in your wallet.”
you ever went back into your closet and nothing… popped?
you wore all that the clothes before.
it’s like when you buy new stuff,
your closet gleams like a beacon.
i have all these clothes that i’m sure no one has saw me in.
i saw me in them.
they touched my body before.
i’m over them.
i’ll have to put some pieces together.
see what i can create.
i’m usually good at that…