Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Wednesday, September 24, 2008: At Prada, Milano

The black cardigan has been waiting
in my drawer with folded arms.
Its black buttons shine out at me,
round and wide as dilated pupils.
When I stick my arm into its sleeve
a little hole reveals itself
with the whiteness of my forearm.
All belongings have a life
that persists when not in use;
tucked into dressers and boxes, in storage,
our clothes atrophy and wilt.

4 comments

  1. I've had these feelings myself.

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  2. I am so glad to have found your blog through your comments. What lovely images--provocative and full of breath. I'll keep reading!
    K.

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  3. I love how the black cardigan covers the whiteness of my forearm and I LOVE this piece.

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