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the salvation armoire

the salvation armoire

the salvation armoire

A Poem by David D’Ettore

There will come a time when I won’t need my clothing anymore.

Well, at least most of it.

Shoes, socks, pants, shirts, underwear will all be fair game for discard.

I’ll give them away to those who might be able to benefit from them,

Traded in for open-back gowns, non-skid socks, and catheters.

 

Not my favorite sweatshirt, I’ll keep that.

With my college scripted on the front,

Probably what I’ll wear at my wake and take to my grave

if I’m not cremated.

I’m wearing it now.

Alumni, it says as I finger the college letters across the chest

and remember the days when I fled from my parents’ domain

Into a world of my own.

I wasn’t apprehensive in the least,

Thirsting for knowledge and adventure and ultimately experience.

Biting off chunks of life until I felt I was satiated.

Yet, I’m still not full and wish I could keep my life,

And consequently, all my clothing,

Though I rarely vary my daily wardrobe at this point.

I’ll not decide today 

what to keep and what to donate.

Perhaps it is too premature on my part.

At least, I hope that’s the case.

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