she has a hard
time throwing
old clothes
away.
even new ones with
the tags
still on have
a memory.
a good sale,
the right coupon
the synchronicity
of that shopping
spree, unconscious
as she picked
up that lime
green sweater
with matching
shoes.
dresses hang
empty without arms
or legs,
bodies to
fill them and
never will, but
they look good
stuffed beside
one another, almost
like paintings
on hangers.
and then the shoes.
don't even
look. it's shocking.
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