satisfaction
in throwing things away,
bagging them
for the curb
on Thursday,
especially clothes
you never wore with the tags
still swinging
from a button,
that checkerboard
shirt,
pink and blue,
what were you possibly
thinking?
those pants,
the color of a sunset,
the orange shirt,
the pre-torn
jeans.
what state of mind were
you in
to buy the bolo tie,
the white loafers,
that leather vest,
last seen on an episode
of Gunsmoke,
or on mustachioed men
at the YMCA,
dancing and singing.
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