Yesterday’s clothes lie in limp dejection on the floor

Coated in the myriad stale scents of life

If only I could shed my skin with such cavalier ease

I’d put it in the wash and hang it in the breeze

Iron out the wrinkles and bleach away the stains

When I put it on again it’ll be several times smaller

And I’ll wiggle and breathe in deep to close the zipper

For a short while I’ll look brand new

Until the signs of wear and tear appear

Because you can’t hide forever from the truth


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