Ode to My Wardrobe
This cupboard keeps sartorial stories
that have little to do with fashion.
From recent eras to decades past,
my style could be called “confused”.
At times I like to play dress-up
but I’ve always hated stores,
so retailed clothes are hard to find
in the fabrics that pattern my life.
Clothes swap, yard sale, op-shop finds,
and cast-offs from family and friends
hang with oceans of protesting T-shirts,
earned over years of campaigns,
many stained with paint…