Clothes

Moments are clothes from the rack
Worn for the purposes at hand
And could we but launder these raiments
For the next day’s toil
Instead of discarding them like royalty
We would feel their value more acutely
As our choices dwindle to pajamas for the final sleep
But for now our closets make us choose
And we decide their fit

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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