My Closet

The garnet tie I own just like my alma mater

is falling and forgotten at the seams.

A point of departure, new avenues –

but still I wear tight and leave it hanging in

my closet.

The second form of compression bought by my mother

was tanner than my skin could ever be,

so I return it to the closet where you can find

the rest of me.

Take me back to my closet

to all the shades that will always represent me.

I was never meant to stay out of the closet,

but here I am with you

begging

it of me.

Brown corduroy stolen overalls

fit well over my tiny rainbow shirt.

In a public bathroom, never safe for me –

so I recede back to

my closet.

Take me back to my closet

to all the shades that will always represent me.

I was never meant to stay out of the closet,

but here I am with you

begging

it of me.

My favorite pink striped shirt, bought with a piercing

It seems to heal all the wounds I create.

Clothes from my closet

I wish would always

protect me.

Take me back to my closet

to all the shades that will always represent me

I was never meant to stay out of the closet,

but here I am with you

begging

it of me.

Three times out.

Wish to stay in.

How I define myself is ever evolving.

One foot in, always.

Because my closet is only

for me.

Take me back to my closet

to all the shades that will always represent me

I was never meant to stay out of the closet,

but here I am with you

begging