Clothing Poem

Isn’t it strange we dress ourselves in so many skins?

Madeleine Ann Lawson
Published in
1 min readMar 2, 2021

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Photo by Pavel Danilyuk from Pexels

Elbows lost in a rack of silk surrongs my mind starts to want some numbers. Like, how many fingertips have ever buttoned a blouse?

How many palms have ever brushed the shoulders of a suit jacket, and how many chins have lifted in the mirror at the sight of stately besuited shoulders?

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